The divisional line drawn in us is the divine and human.
To carry the Spirit in us is a privilege...light...joy.
It's easy to detest the human side.
The subtle reminders of pride and sin.
Occasional as we get closer to Jesus, possibly, but still intact.
Our humanity reminds us that we are not God.
In the 'human' moments, I hate I'm like I am.
But if I can calm down long enough to remember this is why I need Jesus, it makes for a humble place.
A place I can curl up in Daddy's lap and let him heal me.
To know there's more work to be done has become a norm.
It used to depress me.
The idea it will never be over was a forlorn thought.
Now, I go into fetal position and cry or scream or just be.
I might try to hide for a while but he is always there.
He always sees.
He always loves.
When I hide, my cave feels good for a while but like a true cave, we get hungry, thirsty and eager to see the sun.
I lick my wounds for a while, sometimes days or months.
Then, I see Him, in a song, in an article, in a Bible verse, and the tears flow.
I look back and I see He's never left.
Just waiting for me to reappear.
Satan will show us how to justify resentment or sin.
Today I was dealing with both.
Fun!
When we break before God, though, we see how He loves us and how He loves the world.
We can't hold onto the resentment or the sin when Love intercepts.
Wait!
We can choose to hang onto resentment and sin.
When we are ready to receive that Love, nothing can stand.
