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Sunday, November 23, 2008

I don't want to fight, yet it is what I do.

I am not unlike most people- I enjoy having the right answer. I enjoy it when my advice is the right advice. I like to know the most about a particular subject. Why? Yeah, not so sure about that, ironically.

I am super-ultra-mega stubborn. If that were a super-power, well, yeah- I'd be a super hero. Sometimes, in the midst of an argument or friendly debate, I amaze myself- I am truly stunned at how bull-headed and ridiculously unbending I am.

Why does any of this matter, you ask? Well, I am a Christian. To "be" that, the very description requires submission, surrender, and sacrifice of oneself- one's selfishness. So, every day I try to wake up and be a follower, be a person in which the Spirit can dwell and work- well, it's a war zone.

I am a giant electro-magnet, my stubborness and general ass-like demeanor have me stuck fast where I am, and every morning, I fall on my knees and wrench my soul away and try to toss it up to the Holy Spirit. "Here! Get it quick! Before it gets yanked back by the super-magnet! Quick! Get it and RUNNNNNN!"

I don't really know how it's going. I mean, some days I think the Spirit does have a good hold and He can get some stuff done. Other days He no sooner gets a grip than I suck it back and go about doing things the Sara way. Which really disgusts me. I wonder if other people are disgusted with themselves.

Ah well. And we go on.

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