A battle wages. The war between good intentions and slothful habits.
My excuses pile up like dirty laundry all over the bathroom floor. Regret is like a bad taste in my mouth.
The second hand on the clock ticks unmercifully... and doesn't stop. If only I could slow down time!
There is an infusion like gentle rain that pours down and quenches my thirsty soul.
There is hope for the next minute, for success, for joy, for contentment.
My heart bows down as I scrub the syrup off the kitchen floor. First humility, then combat.
I find that there are two sides to my personal reformation. There is submission and resistance. James 4:7 says : Submit yourselves therefore to God, Resist the devil and he will flee.
I must fill my heart with repentance and submission; asking God for a pure heart that I may see Him involved on my behalf. Yet, I must also take up arms against that which opposes my joy, my fulfillment, my very existence. I feel an aggression coming upon me - an anger and defiance. I hear the roar of the lion of the tribe of Judah!
Look out: I'm not going to let down on this battle. I will not give in, I will not give up. If God is for me, who can be against me? WHOM SHALL I FEAR?
(insert victorious 'ROAR' here!)