missing any socks recently?

Today at church, I ran into one of those ladies I admire sooo much. Everyone has them, right? Ya know, the awesome women you basically try to model your life after in hopes of being just like them when you grow up? Or maybe I'm just weird like that, but that's beside the point. Anywhoo, I talked to her today after the church service and we chatted about how sometimes it's hard to get to church. And she said, "Satan likes to steal our socks on Sundays" (cutest phrase ever...coming from the cutest woman ever). So I got to thinking: what does Satan steal in order to keep me from seeing God? On Sundays, he steals our socks. And I really wish I could say that I would totally be the girl to go to church barefoot. Doesn't God like it better that way, anyways? But regardless, sometimes stolen socks keep me from going to church. And then Monday rolls around, and Satan sets my alarm so I can sleep just thirty minutes later, making it all but impossible to start my day with quiet time. Tuesday, he makes my house really, really messy, so I have to clean it before I can do anything else (I mean, who can do quiet time in a messy room?!) Wednesday, he puts up a lot of pictures on Facebook and I just HAVE to look at them and waste countless minutes of time. Thursday, he writes a lot of things on my to-do list. Friday, he stares back at me from the mirror and tells me my stomach is looking a little...fluffy, so I should probably go to the gym. Saturday, he tells me I need to rest from my beyond busy week and enjoy my day off. And then before you know it, we're back to Sunday, and what do you know? I can't find my socks... again.

What has Satan been doing stealing from you recently in order to keep you from experiencing God? Because it starts out with small things, like a pair of socks or car keys. But that has a tendency to grow like a weed and all of a sudden, your cornucopia diminishes, fruit. by. fruit. And then eventually, you can't find your Life to the Full.

Don't let something so small as a pair of socks keep you from spending time with your Daddy today. He wants to be with you--and he doesn't care what you have on your feet.