I've attempted time and again to try and figure out... what is the purpose of all we're fighting for? Why live a holy life? Why do we separate ourselves from the world?
Yesterday I pondered these questions on my bed. I've faced the enemy of soul on these battlefields before, but not without my so called props... my religious plans, ideas and standards. They have a way of protecting you long enough to give you pride for a fall. When the question is love for a King, or lust of the flesh with no one to impress or make happy, It all comes down to letting the King make his speech for my allegiance and love.
to be continued-
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