Guilt is a rope. I follow the rope, hoping it leads to somewhere. At the end of the rope is a noose called fear. I stick my head inside. I jump over the edge. Fear has won.
This is my life. I do this daily. When Paul wrote, "I die daily" I'm pretty sure he didn't mean suicide by way of fear but that is my daily death. Fear is the savior I cling to. What has this savior given me? It has made me into nothing more than an asshole. Asshole is the only appropriate word that can describe it. Most other words aren't strong enough. When I think of the requirements of an asshole, I find in that the very thing I do with my life. This is why fear is bad, because it makes you do nothing but continue to acquire crap.
To hell with my fear! To hell with my guilt! Grace is the bed I'm sleeping in. Mercy is the water I'm bathing in. Hope is the air I'm breathing. Fear is a mistress I will no longer be sleeping with.
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