What do I look for?
It is amazing what my eyes settle upon. The greed within my soul pushes my glance toward distractions that capture my attention and drive me away from the cross. My insecure heart longing for promises of peace and protection from life’s trials derail my gaze away from my Savior. It isn’t like I do this on purpose. It simply happens, as commonplace dew on the spring morning grass. I look for something other than Jesus to meet my needs as I fall into a habit formed long ago in an attempt to control my world instead of living in a…