"If the way you live isn’t consistent with what you believe, then it’s wrong."(14:23)
If asked do I believe, I will reply from the depths of my heart, "Yes, I believe in The Father, The Son, The Holy Spirit, and His Word".
Yet, do I 100% of the time "walk His talk"?
Unfortunately, "No".
I do try.
I am so thankful for His grace, mercy, and forgivness for the many times in which I slip.
Unfortunately, "No".
I do try.
I am so thankful for His grace, mercy, and forgivness for the many times in which I slip.
For those times when I am focusing on self, rather than Him.
For those times when I get in the way of Him.
Each and every day I pray for Him to use me.
Each and every day I pray for Him to use me.
And each and every day He does.
Even when I slip - He uses all for His glory.
It isn't that I want to be lifted up for all to see, I find during His changing of me from the inside out I am wanting more and more that my life is to be for His glory - not mine. I find I do not want any moments of "slipping" because of how "in" love with Him I have become.
Each and every day I pray He will convict me when I am not "walking His talk".
Each and every day I pray He will convict me when I am not "walking His talk".
When I feel the need to seek revenge, stand up in defensiveness when wronged, to feel sorry for myself and attend the "mepityparty". During the times I am acting on the feelings of doing it my way, regardless of who or whose feet I trample upon.
Even when they are God's feet.
I can picture myself during the times I am walking "my" talk.
Even when they are God's feet.
I can picture myself during the times I am walking "my" talk.
I see much slipping, falling, stumbling, sliding around. It is totally uncontrolled - no matter how tightly I hang onto "self". No matter how hard "self" tries. There is never a graceful rhythm about my steps. There is only destruction. Much like a new snowfall with the marks of an animal fight - their steps and blood have destroyed its' purity, its' beauty.
It is only when I "walk His talk" the new snowfall of life holds the pattern of His graceful dance.
It is only then the untouched snow surrounding our steps reflect His light - sparkling as diamonds in the sun.
His Son.
It is only when I "walk His talk" the new snowfall of life holds the pattern of His graceful dance.
It is only then the untouched snow surrounding our steps reflect His light - sparkling as diamonds in the sun.
His Son.
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