(Thoughts on when you are tired of obeying) I’m realizing that if I am growing tired of obeying God, I have been obeying in my own strength. My frustrations with God, I realize, have less to do with God and more to do with me. There is this strange dance I preform that involves me surrendering myself to the way of God, only to lower my arms and hold onto myself tighter. Let go, pick up, let go, pick up, so the pattern goes.
I Give Up!
I Give Up!
I Give Up!
(Thoughts on when you are tired of obeying) I’m realizing that if I am growing tired of obeying God, I have been obeying in my own strength. My frustrations with God, I realize, have less to do with God and more to do with me. There is this strange dance I preform that involves me surrendering myself to the way of God, only to lower my arms and hold onto myself tighter. Let go, pick up, let go, pick up, so the pattern goes.