Just a pebble...
In my heart, I am a runner... just like you would expect. I flee from the things that make me uncomfortable. "She wasn't iron when I met her, but she sure is now." A flinch and a flight. "That was a beautiful prayer." Hedge and run. "You have such a gift." Beat feet like Fred Flintstone. How many times will I turn my back on what You did without ever pointing to You?? I can't reconcile or wrap my mind around words of encouragement and love. After all, I know me. There I am, at the bottom of the spiritual pile. And that anyone would see You and mistake Your work for anything I have done... I run from that. Cheetah style. Last month, I was blessed to hear a teaching on Peter on the radio. Let me just say, I am so stinking grateful that Jesus loved Peter. I have a lot of Pauls in my life. I need to read about Peter every once in a while to avoid being crippled by spiritual envy. Peter walked on water... and sank. Peter denie