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How Do I Have An Undivided Heart?


Each summer we used to operate a large fundraiser for Impact Skate Park & Youth Center where I was the manager. This was a huge undertaking and required hours upon hours of time and many volunteers to make it happen. One morning as I was preparing and mentally coaching myself for the day ahead, I caught a glimpse of a verse card sitting quietly on the bathroom counter.
“Teach me Your way, O Lord, and I will walk in Your truth;

 Give me an undivided heart, that I may fear your name.”
 Psalm 86:11

An undivided heart.  Lord, how do I have an undivided heart while I am working long days in the heat to raise money? I’m over tired, stressed with all the responsibility on my shoulders, discouraged by lack of volunteers, and wondering if we will make enough this year. My total focus these next 10 days must be on running the fundraiser, how do I fit You in?

The answer came softly. It’s not that my mind cannot be going in many directions all day, but that my inner compass is steadily pointing to Him. Undivided loyalty to Christ.  It’s not that I need to fit Him in, I need to fit life into my devotion to Him.

I will not simply follow my emotions or current situation, but consistently respond in ways He wants me to. This verse gave me the strength to make it through the day and the rest of the week and God blessed us again, as He always has and as always, the stress wasn’t even necessary.

How can you live with an undivided heart?

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