Do you ever feel as if walking with God is like taking cough syrup? You resist and argue about taking it despite knowing it would be of benefit to you. That is about where I am at right now. Walking with God is good for me, and I know He has things to teach me, yet the fight against seems to be the more intriguing route. Being in Iowa splits me right down the middle. As an after thought I stay in warm regard, but in the moment can be an absolute pain to work through. Making the best of it is a viable option all the while my soul still stirs. Comfort zones are funny things uncomfort zones doubly so. What were familiar with contradicts the unknown and hindering the lessons potentially learn from situations new. Eventually though these stallions of emotion bucking through my body will be overtaken by the intellectual craftiness and knowledge and truth leaving me to pray that by the time that happens it will not be too late. God is good. As cliche as that sounds right now I cannot deny that fact. While at times He can be a tough pill to swallow, in the end it is all for the good of who we are becoming in Christ.
– From Iowa, where even the middle of nowhere seems like civilization. . .