Our selfish, sinful pursuits rob us of joy instead of allowing us to experience it. The very thing that the Rich Young Ruler built his life upon was the thing keeping him from completion.
If I look to myself, I will take the long, broken way home. When I come to my senses, I realize that all along I was running from the only One who could ever make my crooked way straight.
We call God our Father, but what does that mean practically? We can live in honesty and simplicity, trusting Him even when we don’t understand.
Words aren’t just a random mix of letters that come flying out of our mouths. They are living proof of what’s in our hearts.
I was never a paralytic in the physical sense, but I know what it feels like to try to get to God by my own ability. It’s a bit the same. What’s your testimony, and who will you share it with?