I only dread the future
when I’m human-wisdom-reliant, confident-I-know-what’s-best, wise in my own eyes, leaning on my own understanding. Eyes on the waves of my circumstances, instead of Jesus. So whadda I do when I realize I’m dreading? CONFESS, hopefully. Confession delivers happiness, relief. Trying harder to believe better, do better, delivers misery, because the focus is on ME and MY performance, not Jesus and His performance, His sovereign reign.
And if confession doesn’t deliver happiness, relief? There’s more to confess I haven’t yet seen. So I ask for the Spirit to come afresh, maybe claiming the promise of Luke 11 that if we ask for the Spirit, He’ll give us the Spirit — fresh conviction of sin. Ahhh. The starting place for fresh faith, is fresh conviction of sin. Ahhh.
— Dave McCarty, GospelFriendships, becoming more-and-more disillusioned with his human-wisdom, because the Spirit has been convicting him more and more, hoping the seculars around him are noticing the difference
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