My mind was full of glorious dreams as I perused the aisles of glistening and shimmering items to fill my house with. I was infatuated with the beauty and delicate forms of objects adorned with costly meaningless crystal and silver. I relished the thought of them being in my kitchen and fantasized of people lusting after the possessions that I had been fortunate enough to obtain. A lengthy conversation ensued when deciphering which set of silver flatware I would tempt my guests with.

Shortly there after, I was sickened. Sickened to the point of fury when I saw myself embracing a world that I have fought so hard to rebel against. I had fallen victim to the tempting passions that are thrown my way and I continue to love the idols that this world deems vital to my living. I am embarrassed of the lack of length in my jeans and shameful of the age of my wardrobe. I find comfort in my jealousy for those whom I think have a more fulfilled life.

My embarrassment should come from embarrassing convictions. My shame should come from my shameful desires. My comfort should come from the knowledge that others desire the light I shine in reverence for my savior that glimmers within my lifestyle.

I was convicted of idolatry. For in acknowledging this fact, I cringe at the ease to which I chose to cloak myself in this sin. Idolatry is now perhaps more prevalent to me in this world, and I sadly had fallen victim to its false worship.