It’s funny, how I try to justify, make sense of and conclude.
It’s a never ending cycle.
The many different things that I go over within my personal life; the very things that make me who I am. Those things are viewed through a, sometimes, very broken and smudged lens, while other times it is as clear as a summer morning without a cloud in the sky.
This mind of mine; what a mess.
Within this mess remains the fight of fleshy sin and spiritual sainthood; sin-stricken stubbornness, at war with His Spirit.
What an unworthy man I am, and what an unfathomable God to grant me a place in His kingdom when His Son sacrificed His all in order to wash me as white as snow. What a blessing; this life of His good within the natural-born sinner. Trying, desperately, to work my way to God instead of allowing God to work; how deep the pride of my life is woven within the battle.
A hypocrite, I am.
A Pharisee, I tend to be.
A sinner, just like my neighbor next to me.
Lord, may I rest assured in your love; that of which I do not comprehend. May I see your character in the saved and lost. May I scatter the seeds of humility, compassion and your nature. May I keep the judgment to you, in your fashion. Your fashion, well above my own.
Make me rational, dear Lord.