I realize there is potential in the title to incite a bit of concern so indulge me now and let me say I mean only to speak to the reality of this walk and not to the sincerity of my love for God. I hope that makes sense...
In my walk thus far I often look up and realize my flesh has not grown weary. Sometimes I just pause, stumped at the tenacity...with the same confused and exhausted look on my face I had when one of my sweet babies in South Africa would still be going strong after an hour of screaming...and I would think something along the lines of
'Why, WHY?! Just listen to me...hear what I'm saying, understand please for the love of pete!'
But you can't reason with a precious 2 year old...they don't understand. Thankfully their sweet little minds continue to develop and eventually they will understand but this flesh is a different beast. It does not grow, it does not develop in understanding or get to the point where it's willing to sit down and be diplomatic...it fights.
Paul says I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. Romans 7:15
I am so thankful Paul wrote that so point blank because it let's me know it's not just me who can't seem to get it under control. And it let's me know...you won't get it under control. You learn how to fight it and not be fearful of it...but it doesn't cease to fight, wave it's white flag, surrender and go home...and if we ever think it has, expect an ambush.
This blog will really just be my musings to this end...
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