A number of people are familiar with the 'scribble pad' analogy of my life. For a long time, I have thought myself to be some sort of scribble pad where God writes His first drafts and makes all the adjustments to particular stories He tries to tell before sending them out for mass print. There [...]
. . . and forming habits.
It's a good day to be drunk . . .
It can only be God!
The moment we stop chasing after the essence of why He came and become more interested in the side-servings of His coming, then we have so sadly missed the mark.
So if the things we see could transform us from the inside so that when we are seen, we're associated with a certain trait, attribute or character, shouldn't we expose our eyes only to what will make us better people?