I’m back to the beginning again.
It’s funny – sometimes I think I’ve got it all figured out.
I write these posts, I journal, I speak, I talk with friends – and sometimes, I feel like I’ve solved everything. Like I have all the answers, and that maybe, this time, I’ll really have control of my life.
Ironically, however, I think I’ve got it all covered and then I struggle again.
I write about true identity being found in Christ and yet I find myself playing the comparison game, over and over.
I write about hope in pain, and soon after I find myself, once again, stumbling in the darkness, losing faith in any light.
I write about living in grace and the very next day I battle overwhelming guilt and shame.
And here’s the kicker – all this leads to is more guilt.
There’s a whisper in my head, reminiscent of the Serpent in Genesis 3, saying, “Did God really say His grace covered everything?”