Why do folks say you must put God first? How does that even go? How can you put God above your man (or woman)? Your kids? Your bills? How is that even possible? Humph. He wasn’t here paying my bills. He wasn’t cooking dinner for me after a long day of work. He wasn’t physically present with me in the trenches everyday. I was the one cooking, cleaning, checking homework, carpooling, making airport runs and paying bills every month with money allotted to pay other bills. I was the one trying to keep my head above water, doggy paddling to survive day to day. How do I wake up everyday and put God first? I didn’t even put myself first. How did He even figure into my life ahead of everything and everyone else? Oh no. Nope. He couldn’t be first. My man was first. Then my kids, my family, my job and somewhere way at the bottom of that list was . . . me.
Well, against my will God made Himself known. He just bogarted His way into my life unannounced and unwelcomed but He came just the same. And when He came, He cleaned house. Oh boy did He clean house! And He didn’t stop until all the muck and sludge was out. He removed the dry rot on the inside and didn’t even charge a dime. And man did He do a thorough job! He even left behind a bonus. He left Jesus.
