My soul is an unwilling soul. I try to cajole it and soothe and beg and plead for it to come out of it's dank, dirty corner where the only comforts are self-pity and self-absorption, and those are no comforts at all.
When I leave that corner and experience such wonderful things, love, trust, joy, hope, understanding, it's marvelous and I think I can stay in the light forever.
But for some unknown reason, I always seem to crawl back to that corner again.
My soul is an unwilling soul.
I tell myself to dive into the Word, to bury it in my heart and immerse my soul in there. But my soul hesitates over the edge of the pool, careful to not even dip a toe into the clear clear waters.
I must remind myself over and over again to just jump.
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