I never really thought of myself as someone who worshiped idols. The whole idea just seemed so dramatic, like King Nebuchadnezzar and his great big golden statue. But if there is one thing I’ve been learning over the past few months, it’s that the devil really isn’t big and dramatic. Rather, he’s subtle and handsome, slyly promising that when I hit the mark, I will finally be content. I will be satisfied when, at last, I have a clean house, a smaller waistline, a masters degree, a cushy bank account, popularity, a book deal, a baby. Then, I will be free. But of course, it doesn’t work that way. We can’t truly find satisfaction in those things because they eventually run out. Moth and rust eat away at them. David wrote in Psalm 62, “my soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from him.” So these days, I’m praying that God would create a clean heart inside me, and that he would help me reach for him before anything or anyone else. I’m asking him to remind me that he is more than enough.