Are we Continuously getting Looped in our Disobedience?

A few days ago, my dog Tucker, kept getting himself caught and looped around our patio pole due to his lead.

I stood there and thought about bad habits as we try and live a Christian live. I dug up the lingering compost material of disobedience amongst our spirits.

We should be led by God. We should be directed by the Holy Spirit around patio poles, prickly weeds, snake dens, and ultimate destruction. Although, almost all Christians have a tendency to disobey and wrap ourselves around a beam of backtracking and confusion.

As I looked at Tucker as he was standing there caught and taught by his lead, he looked worried and boggled with, “come and let me loose.”

If we truly love and fear God, we will listen to Him and the leadership of the Holy Spirit. Jesus will loosen our constricting tie and we will live with intention free from burdensome bends and loopiness.

Even though the patio pole may look more stable and tangible, God’s ways are untied with joyous peace, clarification, comfort, and yards that lack sticky weeds. Your yard will be filled with green grass because of His rain allowance and pruning growth.

I try and pray each morning. “Holy Spirit, guide and lead me. Let me be still and know that you are God.”

If we put our full trust and obedience into God’s lead He has established for us, we will round the beams of bewilderment, pass by prickly patches, and find our way to the bright green grassy areas of growth and freedom.

There you will find less worrisome clouds and more flowers that have bursted into fields of faith.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;

in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight. - proverbs 3:5-6

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