And then I read that verse that pierces me every single time:
Can a maid forget her ornaments, or a bride her attire? yet my people have forgotten me days without number.
Innocently "forgetting" was no excuse to tell an omniscient God. He knew that I made the choice to get up late almost every day of the week. He knew that I made the choice to neglect putting on the armour of God. But I thought I was all set because I had read my Bible everyday. But I did it to keep my record straight, forgetting God for "days without number."
|a small choice made with God's guidance is a beautiful thing.|
Please don't make the same mistake I did. It might not be pressing snooze on the alarm clock, but there's probably some small choice that adds up that you will be making this week. Make the right choice.