On My Own

Although I am dust, I am capable. Although I am out of control, I control much. In spite of limited knowledge, I feel as if I know everything. Much of what I do is based on what I want to do, and sometimes… okay, maybe often… alright… most of the time, I hide behind a prayer veil. If I claim to pray and be in line with God, who could possibly question me? I am free to judge, to condemn, to bring about skepticism without actually testing the spirits. It is my way, although I claim it is His. It is my past, even though I speak of His future. I bring division under the guise of concerned unity builder. Forgiveness is acceptable as long as you say you’re sorry first. I am quick to point out hypocrisy, but have legitimate excuses for my own. I think you should chase me, make me feel important, overlook all that is wrong with me so I can tell you what is wrong with you. When you don’t meet my standard others will be the first to know. When things don’t go as I think they should, I’ll make sure to point out the error of your ways.

Who am I? I am… on my own. I am building the faith of my Father on my own terms, neither following Him nor living at peace with those around me. I am neither lost, nor am I a true disciple.

It’s day 3, and God is calling us to repent!

Job 34:33

33 Should God then reward you on your terms, when you refuse to repent? You must decide, not I; so tell me what you know.