I have tried to hide from God. It's as if I think that if I'm not expressing it then God can't see it. And, if I don't tell Him then I won't have to repent because really I'm not ready to change. Not yet.
We are weak. We are all weak in some area that we think we are confident, and in a moments glimpse we can sin in a way that will cause our hearts to grieve.
It feels good to point the finger doesn’t it? To look at other human beings and their ill circumstances and think they must be bad people to have suffered some bad fate while we beat our chest in comparison thinking we are so good.
Bear good fruit before the axe is laid at the root of the tree, cutting you off to be thrown into the fire.
I ask God, "Why do I struggle physically the more I reach out to others?" Especially when Jesus says, "The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few."