It's hard to remember that this place, this orb spinning through space is not my home. I seem to get my feet caught up in the weeds that grow here often enough, though. They tangle around my heart, only because I unwittingly plant them. Maybe you don't know what I am talking about: the weeds of doubt, the thistles of despair, the nettles of carelessness, the dandelions of self-centeredness, envy...and I could go on and on. They pull at my feet and trip me, until I inevitably stumble and fall. With my face buried in the earth, I raise my eyes up and can easily identify the source: Me, I have nursed them in the depths of my heart!
They are ugly...they make me ugly. How could I choose to let something so...temporary, so hideous, to consume me when I could choose to let the Beautiful One consume me, the One who is good, pure and true? I don't know...but, there is only one word for these weeds I have planted and watered: SIN. There, now I've said it. I am a sinner. No. I am a sinner saved by grace alone through faith alone in Christ alone. He is all that is good in me. These weeds that tangle, He has put to death. I need to choose to live this Truth. To live this Truth..to live His Truth takes strength and courage. I lack both. I am a weakling and a coward. Oh, another truth about me!
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things Phil. 4:8
Be strong and very courageous. Be careful to obey all the law my servant Moses gave you; do not turn from it to the right or to the left, that you may be successful wherever you go. Joshua 1:7