I've just been asked to housesit Danny's parents house while they all go to Maine in a few weeks. My feelings on this are mixed. They live in the middle of NOWHERE. But I like the thought of a house to myself for a week and a half. Might be nice. Yup. So, the odds are in which favor do we think? Votes are welcome.

I find myself overcome today with the depairity of my soul. Well not despair of course, because I am redeemed and forgiven, but the utter sin I count in my heart. Paul, David, Moses, all those patriarchs still found sin and somehow overcame it, even it was after the fact. They knew a relationsip with their Father that bestowed such grace on them that they could bring the heads back up and continue. I want to know this. I want to know it in such a way that it is undeniable and tangiable. I wish for my mouth not to say 'that which I hate, I do, and that which I know is right, I don't do,' but I wish for my mouth to confess that I cannot DO anything to somehow create a better spirit without the Holy Spirit motivating it.

There is the old analogy, meant to scare us into becoming undesensitized to the world and it's dealings, about the perverbial frog in the water. If you put a frog in boiling water he dies instantly, but put one in lukewarm water and THAN turn the burner on, and he dies a slow painful death - all the time unaware that every breath he takes couldb e his last and that the time to jump out is NOW. This touches a chord in me. I find myself shocked at something and than just a few moments later taking part in the very thing that I proudly swore I'd never do. Pride. The root of all sin.


And so, I once again assume the kneeling position I should have never left.