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At least I know what they are. That way, when I finally soar above them, I can appreciate my liberation and know the difference. At least I can write about them. That way, when I finally leave them behind I can be grateful for how far I’ve come. At least I can loathe them. That way, I can easily give them up when the hot coals of purification come for them. At least I can accept them. That way, I can boldly identify them when it’s time to confess them.
I don’t know if you too have got your own tiny little demons. Always causing a menace every now and then. Like the sudden careless wind that blows open your skirt in public. You quickly snatch the flared fabric and hold it down but not before everyone else has had a peak at your business. You try to push the control button but not before the wreck gets out of hand.
You tell yourself that next time you will call them to order. You promise yourself that next time you will bind them and keep them locked behind iron doors. You tell yourself you can do this. And for a few days in a row you seem to hold the reins just tight enough. Everything is cool. And so is everyone. You are the belle of the ball.
Then boom! Something snaps and in the twinkling of an eye, all hell is let loose. Before you say, Jack Robinson! You see them, your little minions of destruction, prancing around the area. Spewing their poison. You watch them wreck a havoc. You stand there defenseless. Helpless. Hopeless. Confused. The horse leaps, and smack! You hit the ground with a heavy thud. Defeated yet again. But you pick yourself up, beaten, broken.
Still, unabashed you make the promise again. Next time, I will… lock them up, keep them behind iron doors… Next time, I will have it all together.
Romans 7:15 -19
I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. For I know that good itself does not dwell in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. - NIV
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