Worship as recognition of authority [Master & Lord] Worship as a living testimony [Savior & Redeemer] Worship as living out the gospel no matter the cost [A life of surrender] Worship as unbridled, unguarded, extravagant display of love (Humility]
The battle rages within. What I want to do versus what I ought to do. Through these lenses of war I make decisions. Daily choices, that determine the outcome of life and living.
Imagine a world where I am me, and you are you. A world where me being me does not take away from you being you.
This Dichotomy, where logic makes no sense at all. Where instead of running parallel, all things intersect. A place where Last is First, and Surrender is Honor. This place where Death became Life.
I have no idea where I am I have no inkling as to where I am going Certain uncertainty that is all I am sure of
What is my motive for that which I say I believe? What is my motive for following Him? What is my motive for all that I do "for Him"? Do I even know 'what I believe and why I believe it'?
I stumble. I fall. I bruise myself, and sometimes I bleed. I stumble, I fall. I battle mind against Spirit, body against heart. I stumble, I fall. It all seems too much, what would it mean to give up? I stumble, I fall. Over and over it seems.
God can accomplish more in a day than I can accomplish in a lifetime. Let's take a moment to let that sink in...
So, what does it mean to you to be a follower of Christ? I look forward to reading and sharing in your responses.
There is no rebuilding without demolition. There is no disciple without discipline. He is there. He is always there. To guide me every step of the way
"If you have never begged God to help you let go of someone, you have never truly loved"... I push myself to release, and each time I try, it is like trying to kill a part of me in many ways. You are a part of me.
The more you resist it, the harder it is.
The more you tense up,
The more difficult it is to get into the position you need to be.
The more you try to force it,
The less you are able to accomplish.
Running used to be a method by which I cleared my mind. Not in a healthy clearing kind of way, but in a way that I allowed the pain and unease that came with running, overtake my mind so that I could escape my thoughts, even for a little while. The pain gave me something concrete to focus on. When the pain was not enough to drown out the thoughts anymore, when I could not outrun myself, I stopped.