It could never happen to me, right? I have followed Christ my entire life. Surely, it wouldn’t happen to me.
But stark reality revealed the truth. The idol must go.
Blurry lines between dreams, reality, promises, and faith made it an opportunity for confusion. But at the end of the day, in the dark of night, laying alone in my room, I knew the truth: those dream had become too much.
My heart made demands from the Father Who gave the promise.
Rather than seeking the Father, I sought to promise.
And the promise became an idol.