Why do I believe? Sometimes , I just don’t know why; but I move forward because I’m used to it. I have clung to believe that He will renew my being, and that finally; I will do the generational change. It has not been easy for I have learned to let go people and habits that I loved. And every step that I go forward in Christianity, the more the things I have to let go.
With every step to the promise land, the entrance becomes narrower, my emotional avoidance would not fit there. Neither the scale that I used to weight my judgment on. Now that scale is just calibrated, and if I did not use it; my mind it would be still captive.
Why do I do it? Sometimes I just don’t get it, Its like my spirit is dragging me. For if it was up to my flesh, I would still be walking in circles in the desert.
Truly He has purchased me and does not permit me getting closer to the enemies camp, For if it was up to my flesh; I’d be already in the arms of a philistine woman. Why do I do it? Why , even though I’m deadly wounded again? ; I sill believe that He will save me again.
I don’t know why! However I believe in you. You are my owner, you are the only one I cared, when nobody heard me. I now exist because of you , and I choose to believe you my Lord.
Why do I do it? It appears that your courage is tattooed in my heart, for I just can explain the way that my braveness is renew. You call me into battle, and I don’t care that there will be pain once again. I start imagining that we are shoulder to shoulder in the battlefield, and it makes me enjoy the reward.
Not long ago my Pastor said to me that the meaning of believing has nothing to do with thinking. Believing is moving forward even though you are wavering. Believing is clinging to that blessing that He has promised. Believing is moving forward, even though your whole being is against you.