so...the not yet dead conviction is with me like a beached whale in need of an army of wheel borrows...to begin excavation before the stench takes over the coast line and surrounding villages. Yes, and it's not even a funny one, (that's actually the closest I've had to a laugh at it...)
It all started with Jeremiah, all my half hearted, wishy washy, perfunctory-ness!
Then the full on slap of just being old before my time, and somewhat hardened, waiting for retirement, which is realistically a while away!
Followed, rather glamorously I think, by the image of the walking corpse.
Now I recognise the clean blow of the sword of truth so there's no problem there.
And I think I have part of the revelation from John 8:31-47 which lifted me slightly and definitely gave me a prayer.
But I must admit I'm still in the sulk-age, but desperately awaiting transformation stage, and I'm definitely still justifying myself with a rather large dollop of poor me.
You see I reckon it all started when I began liking things I hate and hating things I like...I used to be the most opinionated person I have ever met...I knew what I liked, I knew what I hated but now I'm like, er I don't watch football any more, I think I'm softening towards the Queen actually...sorry but who, actually is this person anyway?
I have painted my nails in the girl-brain hope that this may be a step in the right direction.
...John 8:32 Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.
...John 8:36 So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.
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