I sit and take a long drag off my cigarette. The thought enters my mind asking how I can enjoy such a destructive habit when I know full and well how bad it is for me. Before I draw another hit of poison I ash, watching it fall to the ashtray. For some reason I spit into the ashtray, and right before my eyes the white harmless looking ash turns dark black. How ironic.
Believe it or not this insignificant little scenario started a flood of thoughts in my head. How easily do I go about life with seemingly harmless “things” I hold onto. Do I realize how much they poison my soul?
I know this is a short post, but the idea behind it is profound, and I am working through it. God has opened some amazing doors, huge doors, this last week that will effect the rest of my life. There are definitely white ashes I need to shake off and drown before I fully step through these several doors.
As excited as I am about all these new adventures that are about to start, I fear the unknown and that I will not have full sensitivity to the Spirit. Merely a fear, that I am battling with prayer. Sometimes I get so overwhelmed with the messes that I still need to clean up in my life that I have a hard time looking at the master cleaner and trusting his abilities.