SAVE ME!!
I think it really bites how my contact lens keeps folding itself inside out. It's like it's got a mind of its own, and thrives on seeing just how close I can get to fitting it on my eyeball before it evilly caves in onto my hapless finger. Most people tell me that the main problem they face is getting themselves to actually place that contact lens onto their eyeball. Most are just plain freaked out of their pants at touching the apple of their eye. But not me. I've got no qualms touching my eyeballs. It's just that my lens flatly refuse to cooperate. Yeah, right.
I think it really bites how I almost instantaneously play the "blame game" whenever things go wrong. It's like I've got a mind of my own, the way I quickly pin the blame on something or someone whenever I fail. I guess it's part of our fallen nature as Sons and Daughters of Adam. It's like, hereditary. Part of our "heritage". I mean, look at Eve. Her first instinct when confronted by the Big Guy about the apple was to point her slender, apple-stained finger at poor Adam. And poor Adam didn't delay in pushing the blame to the wily Serpent. It's depressing that the same scene is being played out countless times in my own life every day.
God: Did you or did you not look at that lewdly dressed lady to lust after her?
Me: I did NOT! It was just a glance. Okay, so it wasn't a short glance, but isn't it true that only second looks count as lustful ones? Anyway, it's not like it's my fault she chose to dress like that, and my fault that she just walked in front of me. Besides, Mark was the one that told me to look. I'm sure I wouldn't have looked on my own accord.
Etcetra, etcetra. Sometimes it's just so hard to admit that I'm wrong, and admit what I did wrong. Another thing that bites is how my mind kicks into action rationalizing away my wrongs every time my conscience tells me I've sinned.
And especially annoying is my newly developed "ability" to "shrug off failure". It's also known as nonchalance, indifference, carelessness, etc. I've learned over the years the bad habit of minimizing the consequences of my actions. This has naturally led to an irresponsible and bone-lazy disposition that is hard to break out of.
Too many times, the words "It's too much work", or something to that effect, escape my lips whenever I'm asked to move my lazy behind. It's been said that "out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh". I've come to realize that it's way more important to take note of what we unconsciously say than what we consciously say, because it indicates what's inside of us. "It's too much work" tells people that I'm committed to a well established habit of work-shirking and procrastination/dilation of duties, even though I might not say it consciously.
It's this infernal "ability" of mine that's stopping me from righting all these wrongs in my life: my inborn propensity for the "blame game", my astonishing capacity for rationalization, my irresponsibility. It is the reason why my growth is so excruciatingly slow. It is the reason why I never quite get to it, thinking that it's not really that urgent. It is the reason...
BLAAAH! There I go again, playing the blame game!
"O wretched man that I am! who shall deliver me from the body of this death? I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord."
-Paul of Tarsus, Romans 7:24-25-
I think it really bites how I almost instantaneously play the "blame game" whenever things go wrong. It's like I've got a mind of my own, the way I quickly pin the blame on something or someone whenever I fail. I guess it's part of our fallen nature as Sons and Daughters of Adam. It's like, hereditary. Part of our "heritage". I mean, look at Eve. Her first instinct when confronted by the Big Guy about the apple was to point her slender, apple-stained finger at poor Adam. And poor Adam didn't delay in pushing the blame to the wily Serpent. It's depressing that the same scene is being played out countless times in my own life every day.
God: Did you or did you not look at that lewdly dressed lady to lust after her?
Me: I did NOT! It was just a glance. Okay, so it wasn't a short glance, but isn't it true that only second looks count as lustful ones? Anyway, it's not like it's my fault she chose to dress like that, and my fault that she just walked in front of me. Besides, Mark was the one that told me to look. I'm sure I wouldn't have looked on my own accord.
Etcetra, etcetra. Sometimes it's just so hard to admit that I'm wrong, and admit what I did wrong. Another thing that bites is how my mind kicks into action rationalizing away my wrongs every time my conscience tells me I've sinned.
And especially annoying is my newly developed "ability" to "shrug off failure". It's also known as nonchalance, indifference, carelessness, etc. I've learned over the years the bad habit of minimizing the consequences of my actions. This has naturally led to an irresponsible and bone-lazy disposition that is hard to break out of.
Too many times, the words "It's too much work", or something to that effect, escape my lips whenever I'm asked to move my lazy behind. It's been said that "out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh". I've come to realize that it's way more important to take note of what we unconsciously say than what we consciously say, because it indicates what's inside of us. "It's too much work" tells people that I'm committed to a well established habit of work-shirking and procrastination/dilation of duties, even though I might not say it consciously.
It's this infernal "ability" of mine that's stopping me from righting all these wrongs in my life: my inborn propensity for the "blame game", my astonishing capacity for rationalization, my irresponsibility. It is the reason why my growth is so excruciatingly slow. It is the reason why I never quite get to it, thinking that it's not really that urgent. It is the reason...
BLAAAH! There I go again, playing the blame game!
"O wretched man that I am! who shall deliver me from the body of this death? I thank God through Jesus Christ our Lord."
-Paul of Tarsus, Romans 7:24-25-
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