I am a walking contradiction

[zachfleury]

The realist in me tells me that I need to stop looking at the way things should be and start focusing and how things are. Yet, he is telling me that I should not be as I am, and thus, doing so, demonstrates that he too is an idealist.

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He gathers us to him as we ARE-Our Souls Transform Causing us to want to BECOME more like HIM.

[anonymous]

Someone I have always thought of as a chronic idealist is Mike, yet he was once, despite all the idealism, plagued with anxiety attacks. We have watched him over time significantly change to a point that it is hard not to take note of. From what I can see, GOD, not Mike, is transforming how Mike perceives life and how life AFFECTS him now...in ways he has never been able to do on his own--except maybe for a temporary day or so. It's easy to recognize the influence of --Love--I want to say with reverence, because I am so impressed - that it is a Holy love that shines from him. I have seen this before in the faces of those that have also filled up their mind & life with the things of Christ. That energy naturally radiates. Do you know someone like this? Mike surprisingly, started studying the bible almost daily -for 3 years now, and has been actually talking about it with other men regularly. He is not preachy about the change but exudes a quiet steadfastness that was not there before. I'm not so sure it has even been the reading but the seeking that has caused the anxiety to no longer dictate his day.

I must admit, I have been hearing the whispers of my imperfections this month. The doubts and negative input. But I know God is with me both when I am filled up and when I am deflated. I am challenged right now to fill myself up with seeking him-that my mind might be his mind and my thoughts, his thoughts and my deeds, his deeds. For this is when I feel free from depression and dissillusionment of all the "stuff"...and look forward to really living.

We become... - over our lifetime...Today IS part of it.

As one of my favorite childhood songs goes....

Just as I am, without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidst me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need in Thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, Thy love unknown
Hath broken every barrier down;
Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, of that free love
The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove,
Here for a season, then above,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!