Lord, help me to dismantle the idols in my life.
The idols that fit so well in culturally-appropriate and even, at times, religiously-sanctioned packages.
Their names are often on my lips and in my thoughts, pushing You out of my heart and mind with surprising ease.
For so many years, I though of the Israelites as weak and feeble-minded in their faith. I looked down on them with superiority.
O foolish woman that I am! As if I, worshipping at the foot of these deaf and dumb idols, do not do the same thing.
Oh Lord, please help me. For I cannot destroy these idols in my own strength.
I have tried and failed. At my hands, they have been dismantled and rebuilt, dismantled and rebuilt, dismantled and rebuilt. Sometimes I fear I no longer know where they end and I begin.
I know, Lord, that all they hold is slavery. All they hold is death. And yet return to them I do, far more often than I care to admit.
Save me, O Lord. From my own weakness. From my foolish worshipping at the foot of idols that enslave me.
Save me, O Lord, from myself.
For in Your strength and provision, there is healing and restoration. In Your hands and the power of Christ, I can demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God. I can take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ. (2 Corinthians 10:5)
Oh Lord, please make it so. For only You can destroy these idols. And would Your goodness, like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to Thee.