Wake Up!

If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude that I was not made for here.
If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,
then of course I'll feel nude, when to where I'm destined I am compared.

~Brooke Fraser

This life is heavy and broken and lost. I fight those facts on a daily basis sometimes. It's suffocating.

But I am no longer bound to this world or that brokenness if I choose not to be. The way has already been cleared.
I just seem to choose the thick and covering forest when I could choose the open, green field.

Why?

Why is it easier sometimes, to live under the weight of this world than to live in the freedom that is in Christ?

I think that darkness can be easier than light, sometimes. I wish this wasn't the case, but it seems my dysfunction is more comfortable than stepping out in freedom. It's like when you're in a dead sleep and someone turns on the lights. It's shocking and harsh, and it catches you off guard. All you really want is to shut them off and go back to sleep.
Well, I get tired of sleeping. And as easy as it can be to roll over and go back to sleep, I don't want to miss what He has for me in the light.

I have been feeling sorry for myself lately because of all the darkness this world has thrown my way. I am done feeling sorry for myself. I am officially kicking back the covers and looking at the light. I will rest in it as it shows me all that He has for me to do and to be.