Have you ever crashed head-on into the old you, and discovered how much you dislike that worldly, self-absorbed person? I have. And, truth be told, there’s still far too much of him in me–1% would be too much, and frankly it’s a lot more than 1%.
There’s only one WMD, Weapon of My Deliverance, in my arsenal. Fortunately it’s an incredibly powerful one: Prayer. Still, a weapon is only useful when it’s used. And the challenge I face every day is:
To prayerfully, fearlessly live what I believe, rather than believe what I live–the way the world that That Guy came from still lives.