My heart longs for more of God.
To hear Him more.
To know Him more.
To make Him known more.
It is the beat of my heart.
And thus I must make room for this in my life. Room to worship. Room to spend time with God. Room to be in His presence. Room to read His word. Room to hear His voice.
Other things try to crowd out that space I could carve out for Him. They fight for my attention and affection.
But my heart belongs to God.
So I choose.
I choose Him.
With my time. With my action. With my thoughts. With my worship.