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Saturday, October 27, 2007
I guess this is the part where satan aka asshole whispers glibly to me; coaxing me to be jealous.
I felt the first few tendrils of it..
And I could dwell in it...
But what for?
To get all hurt & frustrated.. all for what purpose?
To gratify him? To make myself bitter and try to be someone I'm not?
Father in heaven, I thank You & give You praise for protecting me.
For pulling me back just when I was about to step over the edge.
For all that You've done on Calvary... Look where we are now. You've defeated the evil one, and brought light into my life.
Help me to be that woman running after Your own heart. Cheerful & humble, Courageous & strong in will, Full of love & life.
Always, always placing You first.
Even when I'm tempted not to.
