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It’s called a narrow road for a reason.
It’s rough. And tough.
The ground is uneven, it’s dirt-paved, and there’s a few spikey plants.
I think that sometimes we get the idea that following Jesus is going to be easy.
That it’s going to be glorious and joy-filled and romantic.
And, yes, it is.
But it’s also hard.
I’m going to be real:
Sometimes I feel like I’m walking in the pitch-black.
Sometimes I just can’t fight and conquer that one sin.
Sometimes I don’t have faith and my heart is harder than a stone.
Sometimes I want to throw in the towel and call it a day.
Hear me: Jesus doesn’t condemn me for that. Jesus doesn’t condemn you for that.
I’m writing to you with a heart that is wavering, even on the solid-rock that He is.
I’m writing to you with a soul that’s given everything…
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My sweet sister.
I get it.
It’s hard. It’s enticing. It’s strong.
It’s a part of your lifestyle.
Deep down, you feel the guilt.
Deep down, you know your shame.
You want to stop, but you wouldn’t even know where to start.
You are so loved.
Every single part of you. Even down to the deepest cracks in your heart.
You are loved.
You are prayed for. You are sung over.
You are prized.
So, my friend, let’s talk.
Let’s talk about sin.
It’s a three letter word that I don’t like hearing, but don’t hear enough.
Sometimes, I hate living in America because our culture has normalized and embraced and even praised sin.
Having sex with strangers. Getting drunk. Cheating the system. Stealing. Rebelling against parents. Using the name of “Jesus Christ” as a cuss word. Habitually watching porn. Cheating in relationships.
And sometimes I hate how…
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