There’s no more dismal prison than the gray walls of self-absorption, the cold floor of complacency, and the clanging steel of a complaining, ungrateful heart. I delude myself, thinking I’m trapped by circumstances when really, it’s my own soul that traps me. I was made for freedom- freedom from the depression and boredom that comes with living for self. I was made to love God and be loved by Him; to thank Him; to bring His beauty in whatever circumstances I find myself- practically speaking- to make a bed, to pick up someone else’s dishes, to bring order and love. To do it for Him and in Him. I’m cleaning His house, I’m working for Him.
Ps 142:7 “Bring my soul out of prison, so that I may give thanks to Your name; The righteous will surround me, For You will deal bountifully with me.
“Lord, deliver me from the evil of selfish living. I choose this day to serve You.”