Unmaking my idols

 

Unmaking My Idols

Theme: Fear, Control, and Idolatry

It hit me recently—I've made idols out of nearly everything. My kids. My grandkids. Fear. Money. Control. Even the distractions that keep me too busy to pray, too busy to breathe.

And here’s the wild part: none of these idols are evil on their own. But I’ve given them power they were never meant to hold. I've let fear run my finances. I've let the chaos of other people’s choices determine my peace. And I’ve made decisions out of desperation, not obedience.

God is slowly untangling all of that. Calling me back. Convicting me—but gently. He’s not angry. He’s just waiting for me to let go.

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Scripture Meditation:
“You shall have no other gods before me.” — Exodus 20:3

Reflect:
What has quietly become an idol in your life?
Where do you turn first when you're stressed, afraid, or uncertain?

Prayer:
God, I give it all back to You. Every idol. Every fear. Every distraction that keeps me from Your presence. I don’t want anything to sit on the throne of my life but You. Teach me to trust You fully again.

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