J
It's so easy to lose focus. To forget who you are. To drift off to an unfamiliar place where you feel as if you are being held under. Your vision is blurry. Your brain is foggy. You're feeling around for a door handle, but only fumble. And you may not even notice that you are sinking until your head is already under water.
But there comes a day when you wise up and stop fumbling around for the handle because you realize you are never going to get out of it on your own. You finally turn loose of the thing and humble yourself before God, realizing you should have done it long ago. Once you finally surrender whatever it is, the fog thins, you remember who you are and your vision improves.
That final battle is usually the ugliest. I wonder why we ever let it get that far.
But there comes a day when you wise up and stop fumbling around for the handle because you realize you are never going to get out of it on your own. You finally turn loose of the thing and humble yourself before God, realizing you should have done it long ago. Once you finally surrender whatever it is, the fog thins, you remember who you are and your vision improves.
That final battle is usually the ugliest. I wonder why we ever let it get that far.