Deeply Rooted (God has to take his time) We are so Deep!

What is it about our routines that turn us into such robots?  Even when things change and we find a new routine or hobby or even addiction we fall into it and that is who we are.  Many of us identify ourselves by what we think of ourselves on the inside.  I learned a long time ago it is easy to put on that friendly I got everything under control mask.  We can respond correctly to so many situations but yet inside we are in a battle that is not quite containable.  I mean God literally knows the count of every hair on our head, in my case roots of the hair that use to be there, but WOW.  Why is such awesomeness met with such mediocrity?  What is it in our human nature that pushes us so hard to not open our eyes to the one true God?  There are people today men, women and children who die because they believe in Jesus Christ.  We sit here in America and say that we would but how do we really know? You Don’t
We have a lot to lose in many of our eyes.  We have families, children of our own and let’s not forget our self.  Sometime when something has been a part of your life for so long God will take his time in removing it from your soul because if he was to rip it out it would cause severe trauma.  He is meticulous in his will.  If you ever read the Old Testament and see how he wants things built, they are to the centimeter or drachma (I know this is currency) or whatever the measurement of that time was.  He is the same when he works on us.  I never stopped to realize what he is doing when he is working on us.  Not only is he dealing with our soul, heart, flesh and sinful nature, but also our routines.  He knows us and can easily change anyone if he wanted but because he cares he takes his time.  I am now only realizing in my battle to draw near to him that it is a slow process.  It has taken me 35 years to get the way I am and in order for me to be the man God has called me to be I have to allow him to use the scalpel and remove the darkness piece by piece so that when all that is left is a scar I can be humbled and reminded that he saved my life and loves me.  My prayer my friends, that I ask of you for me, if I should cross your mind, is that I would recognize the urgency and danger of just living on the fence.  While I am on the side where we are supposed to be I need to let God do his surgical work on me.  Amen!

One Love, One King, All Christ!