When I am not motivated by the all-knowing, all-powerful God, I am often motivated by finite men, who I know will ask me about my heart. As crazy as that sounds, God has been teaching me that there are all sorts of motivation and one is not necessarily better than the other so long as God is glorified in the end. And in this case, He got the glory. I owned my sin, confessed it, and thanked God for the victory.
