Fueled by review.
Chastise the self for flirtation
Or reading too much into oh-so-little.
Over-analyzation leads to trouble.
Trying to eat vapors, my spirit starves;
All the while a feast is laid in the Book.
But I always turn away.
Why?
Flesh so weak, excited by the thrill of the want,
I stumble.
And I see.
And I choose the ground.
Flee, like prey from a predator, as if your life depended on it.
It does.
Stubbornness and pride lead to death; submission, to life.
Choose life.
Moonlit quilt of clouds
Vibrant by the backlight of soft classical, legato strings increasing fantasy.
A short drive home.
When I try to be smooth, I'm a klutz. When I try to be smooth-talking, I stumble all over my words. When I care about my appearance, I fall into vanity. When I do well, I am consumed by pride.
I spend all my life trying to be like others and miss being myself in the process.
When I came to God, it was because of fear of hell. It was during a period of my life when I indulged in porn (thankfully, God freed me of that) and I was ashamed and was so scared of going to hell. Now, I'm realizing that, like human relationships, a relationship with my Creator can't be based on fear. The whole reason God gave us Jesus was that our sins would be forgiven if we embraced Him. God made us, we rejected Him, and He wants us back by choice (our choice). Fear doesn't breed love, it breeds empty obedience. Obedience from love comes easily, if the love is there. A woman who fears her husband and does what he says because otherwise he'd beat her doesn't love him; she's scared to death of him.
"Whoever seeks to save his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life will preserve it." Luke 17:33