(This is an updated repost for a guest post, but it shares the beginnings of Soli Deo Gloira, if you didn't catch it the first time around. And really, you should just follow me over there because Brooke is really cool.)
I wish I could remember the exact words.
I was sitting downstairs on my couch. It was getting late and I think I had my Bible next to me, my computer on my lap. I had been blogging. Or reading. Whatever I was doing, at the same time, I was wrestling with God about one of my part-time jobs.
You see, in the few days leading up to this, I had drawn this tree. On each branch, I had labeled something that I was actively involved in doing. I had been feeling overwhelmed and needed to heed God’s call to prune. But what to give up? As my eyes had passed over each branch, I knew that there were some branches that no longer had life in them. They were simply dead weight for me. Burdensome. I knew that if I continued to keep them, I would remain in this drowning, gasping-for-air state of life, but I also knew I would be cutting myself off from income as well.
There is a reason why Jesus says this:
“No one can serve two masters. For you will hate one and love the other; you will be devoted to one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money.” Matthew 6: 24
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