Sitting in a small white room can be introspectively eye opening. With a lack of color comes a certain preoccupation with self. A realization of how corruptible man is demands immediate and sincere surrender unto Christ. Frailty is the nature of man. Strength belongs to Jesus Christ alone.
All too often, I make demands of myself that I am unable to meet. I demand honesty and purity, humility and kindness, self control and love. I achieve no sincere accomplishment of such noble traits. I am given over to passion. A day does not go by where I abstain from lies or lust, pride or vain ambition. Each and every waking moment forms a pattern, a story dependent upon my decision in any given situation.
Will I surrender to Christ, or live in my own strength?
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