I love ice cream. When we have ice cream in the house I'll have some every night until its gone. Its like clock work, just as i begin to settle into my chair for the night to do some talking and tv watching I always make a trip to the freezer to check for some ice cream. I love every single kind and take at least three scoops a night. I never feel guilty about any of this, but some people might. Thats how I would view sins if I felt guilty about ice cream. They're the little things in life that we try to convince ourselfs won't do us any real harm, but we know that they do. Despite the fact that we know what we are doing is wrong, and is hurting us, we just can't stop. Its like an addicition. Every day (or week, or month, or year) like clockwork we do the same thing over again, and then immediately regret it. We ask God for forgiveness and then and do it again. Se struggle but never win the fight. We're never going to stop eating ice cream (sinning) if we don't first ask God for help, and then ask someone we look up to for help. We can't do this life thing alone, and we weren't meant to, that's why God made man AND woman. We were meant to be social creatures and we were meant to rely on others' strength because ours is not enough by it self.
So yeah, I wanted to talk about ice cream and it turned into accountability, but hey, what can I say, other than I love ice cream! (the real stuff, not the metaphor)
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