Sometimes I wonder why I'm so sinful. Wouldn't God be able to use me more if I were holy and victorious all the time? I carry these sins and secrets and wonder how I'm ever going to make my Father smile.
God's been teaching me a different perspective* lately. When the most awful things about me are surrendered to God, when I despair of fixing myself, God can trade the spirit of heaviness for the garment of praise*. I'm amazed how my ragged soul and splintered perfection can be the very things used by God to work in other's lives
[Side Note: I always thought that as I grew as a Christian, my sins would gradually get fewer and less and I'd be generally holy before God, but the opposite is true. The closer I get to God, the more I see the absolute wickedness of my soul. That causes a despair that brings me to hope in Jesus. And that's just how God planned it.]
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Is writing supposed to be so hard? I'm straining to keep my dialogue a heartbeat above cliche. I had no idea I blathered so much. I feel like I'm recycling sea foam.
Oh and Sister Wives is one of the most awful shows ever.
Oh and Sister Wives is one of the most awful shows ever.
Listening to Travis - My Eyes
I know just what you mean.
ReplyDelete"recycling sea foam"? you made that up? that's definitely not cliche.
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