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Hit a Reset!

  • Jan 23
  • 2 min read

As hard as besetting sin is to purge from our lives, at least it is often obviously recognized as just that: sin! The weights are a lot more subtle. They’re sometimes not even sin or wrong per se at all. Sometimes our friends can do the exact same things and not be affected in the least. But for us, it’s a stumbling block; a weight. In itself, it might not be bad and one could even find positive aspects of it. But that’s not where our perspective needs to be. Instead of focusing on whether an activity is good or bad, we need to ask, “Is this good for me?” “Will this help me to grow in my walk with Christ, or is it hindering me, slowing me down or pulling me down?” We need to stop looking at others around us. For all we know, they’re not walking as closely to the Lord as they could either. I can’t address every specific area, and that’s really not my job. The Holy Spirit is perfect at convicting about a specific area over and over until we get the picture…ask me how I know. :)


Just imagine how ashamed we’ll be on that day when we realize we sabotaged our race by choosing things that were “good” or “not bad” but were not good for us. As we begin this new year, what better time to analyze whether we’ve allowed some weights to creep in and hit a reset button. Satan lies that our lives won’t be as much fun without these “weights,” which really aren’t so bad. But He doesn’t show us how much they are affecting our lives, ministry, peace and joy! Christ’s yoke is easy, and His burden is light. Let us embrace His way. After all, no one got to heaven and regretted putting aside his weights. Let’s live for no regrets! 

 
 
 

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