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Refocused

I have known almost all my life that once you give Jesus your heart, and believe that His story of dying for you, is not just a story, then you are a new creation, inside and out. I have also realized throughout the years that once in a while I find the need to recommit myself to Him. Refocus, if you will. Today, I’ve found that I need this recommitment process daily, hourly even. My insight has been cleared! I see now that in order to keep this focus and faith I so long for, I need to commit myself to Him constantly, not just once every few months. To keep focused on Him, I have to get there first. 

It’s also a lot harder than I thought it would be at first. I do something that would not please my Heavenly Father, then realizing it I proceed to continue. I lose sight of what is most important, and quickly fall back into one of the Enemy's many, MANY traps.

Another thing the Enemy tries me with is the thought of, “It’ll take some work to get back in Gods favor now. I have to start reading my Bible and praying more in order to enter back into His favor.” I then proceed to feel a bit overwhelmed and start putting it off… and then… the apathy. Over and over this same battle continues in my mind, causing me to do nothing for weeks, no matter what stage of the war I’m currently facing. 

They say ignorance is bliss. I honestly didn’t realize this was even happening until tonight, when God slapped me with the truth. It seems so obvious now, yet I had no clue. Deception is one of the Devils favorite games. It is difficult to overcome, since you aren't supposed to realize it’s even happening. But it IS POSSIBLE! By the grace of God I am free once more. I am so thankful that He actually loves me, and is standing there with open arms, waiting. Waiting for us to just turn and say Hello. He’ll take care of all the rest. You don't have to be perfect before you come, just come as you are and he’ll fix you right up. 

So in the words of Toby Mac:

Move, keep walkin’ soldier keep movin’ on 
Move, keep walkin’ until the mornin’ comes 
Move, keep walkin’ soldier keep movin’ on 
And lift your head, it ain’t over yet, ain’t over yet



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