There are times when the person I should fear most is my own self. It is “me” who takes over and wreaks havoc with my heart and my conscience when I choose to indulge anger or fear. It is “me” who comes up with ridiculous schemes to advance my agendas, hide my weaknesses, or protect my heart.
Who knows me better than I know myself? Who knows my weaknesses and my hot buttons as well as I do? Only I know how easily I can build a wall around my heart, set a gate, apply a deadbolt and lock it. I know how I operate. I know how to breach the trust I place in God and surrender to myself.
The reality is that I am my own worst enemy when the Lord is continue here
When my grandsons try to walk in their dad’s shoes there is a lot of giggling and tripping as they struggle to keep their feet inside the shoe and actually make forward progress. It isn’t easy filling a big pair of shoes.
As much as the boys enjoy clunking around in dad’s shoes, they simply don’t fit and the reality is, it can be quite risky. However, it is not nearly as dangerous as when we try walking in God’s shoes. Why would anyone want to wear God’s shoes? Well, when God is small, someone has to keep reading here
Brian just marked his one-year anniversary of walking away from the corporate world. Amazingly, it is also the one-year anniversary of living with me day in and day out. Suffice it to say this has been a year of discovery.
Of all the people who know me well, Brian knows me best. However, if he’d written a book about me a year ago, he’d be writing the “Revised Edition” by now, Chapter One would be, “Moving In: Are You Kidding Me?”
This is our eleventh home as husband and wife. However, this may be the first move that we’ve accomplished together from start to finish. I’ve heard multiple times over the past few months, “When did you get like this?”
The answer, continues right here