I'm Not a Prophet - Confessions of a Christian

I'm not a prophet. I don't know the Bible front and back. I can't debate in apologetic litheness. I'm simply God's child...yearning to seek after Him each day. Thirsting to be fed by His word and truth. There are times when I "feel" distant. Where my human mind tells me that I'm not good enough. That I haven't prayed enough. That I'm falling away from knowing His will because I haven't studied scripture enough. That the things I'm idolizing are outshining my creator.

Romans 8:7 

The mind governed by the flesh is hostile to God; it does not submit to God’s law, nor can it do so. ⁸ Those who are in the realm of the flesh cannot please God.⁹ You, however, are not in the realm of the flesh but are in the realm of the Spirit, if indeed the Spirit of God lives in you. And if anyone does not have the Spirit of Christ, they do not belong to Christ.¹⁰ But if Christ is in you, then even though your body is subject to death because of sin, the Spirit gives life because of righteousness.  

Slowly but surely I notice the desires of my flesh dwindle in life, shriveling and sinking back into the darkness where they first lurched from. The appeal that once reigned over me is dying. This process of sanctification is painful. I feel like a snake shedding my old self. Each day. Each second. But it's not based on my own works but God that works in me. I can't volunteer my time in exchange for renewal of the mind. It's the spirit of God that sanctifies me.


"The spirit's work in the life of the believer is about SO MUCH MORE. It's about transforming the believer from the realm of the flesh to the realm of the spirit." -Voddie Baucham

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Voddie Baucham 

This I confess: I'm broken. I would seek darkness if it weren't for Christ saving me. I did for 24 years. But I have been born again. Filled up. Sealed, protected and healed. Being molded and conformed in the image of Christ. Thank you Lord God. My prayer is that I live like I know this to be true.

Sincerely yours,