I want to lift up a praise and thanksgiving to God for the tiny, almost imperceptible discomforts he puts in our spirits that lead us back to His truth. Do you know what I’m talking about?

I have had a feeling of not being completely at peace in certain areas of my life lately. In fact, it has been there for awhile, but when I would stop to reflect on things, everything looked all right so I just assumed that they were.

That feeling has continued, and as I was praying this morning, I understood that I have let an untruth into my heart and have been nurturing it there for quite some time now. It’s not the kind of untruth that looks bad, in fact it seems quite benign and very acceptable in our culture. However, I can’t deny it leads me to inevitably rely on myself and things of this world for fulfillment instead of looking to God.

I am grateful for the little gains of sand that God allows in our shells. The tiny things that cause irritations and that can’t be ignored. Those things let us know that something is not right and refuse to let us shrug off the restlessness we feel in our spirits. That discomfort insists that we deal with those intruders and keep them from becoming an acceptable part of our lives.