Go to Hilkiah the high priest and have him count the money the gatekeepers have collected from the people at the Lord’s Temple. Entrust this money to the men assigned to supervise the Temple’s restoration. Then they can use it to pay workers to repair the Temple of the Lord.
Good Morning Father,
It’s so quiet this morning. There is a peace within me that I know is You. You have blessed me with so much that I can never stop praising and loving You!
As I read about Your Temple this morning, my heart began to hurt for You. To realize that Your chosen people let Your Temple fall into such dis-repair must have made You very sad. So much trashy stuff had gone on in it, the beams were rotting, the stones shifted. How did this happen?
Then You made me see that Your Temple, my life and body, is in the same dis-repair. I have let so much trashy stuff into my mind without asking Your forgiveness. I have let my beams rot and the stones of my foundation have been shifted. Then I asked myself, how did this happen?
It happens when I stray from You. It happens when I let the world into my thoughts. It happens when I don’t seek Your forgiveness.
Please forgive me my Father. Show me when I have sinned against You so I can come and ask for mercy right away. When I listen to the world, and my foundation shifts, please draw me back and correct my way of thinking. My desire is to put Your Temple back in order, so people will know that I live with You.
Thank you my dear, LORD, for never giving up on me, encouraging me every moment and for just being my God!