So much of our walk is less about a formula for Christian success and more about faith to make it day by day.
“I’ve got no strings
To hold me down
To make me fret
Or make me frown
I had strings
But now I’m free
There are no strings on me”
There have been times where I’ll read my bible and nothing speaks to me, I’m not inspired, encouraged or moved. I still feel just as bad as before I read it. And I honestly think a lot of people feel like that and that’s OK.
America seems to enjoy a good fight. We watch folks battle it out in the boxing ring, we watch people fight for the love of their life on the big screen and we admire those who fight for the freedoms of our country. Somehow, inherently, I think we know that a good fight is just a part of life. But amidst all of this sometimes I think we forget to fight for ourselves.
The mind is like an elephant
It’s hard to forget
And let go
Where do you place your hope?
If the dream fails is all hope is gone?
There is a pain in the pit of my stomach,
It won’t let me sleep
There is a pain in my soul
Because of this never-ending grief
I find myself often doing what I don’t want to do. Whether that’s eating something I know is bad for me when I have vowed not to, saying something I feel in my spirit I shouldn’t say at the moment I’m saying it or doing something for the 1000th time when I promised myself I wouldn’t. It almost seems at time like I am my own worst enemy.
Grace isn’t about what’s fair, it isn’t about what we deserve it’s about who God is.
How different do you think the world would be if we were all proud of who we are? If we didn’t feel like we had to apologize for our misgivings, mistakes, families, race, preferences, physical appearances and the like.