Everyone, I think, who reads this blog has been blogging longer than I.  And do you find that your words come back to haunt you?  Or if you have really good friends, like I do, perhaps they will remind you, ever so gently (or not), what you’ve written in the past.  I wrote this earlier this week:

I cling tightly to His hand and whisper, I can do this, if you’ll help me.  I don’t want to, but I will, if you’ll walk beside me and not let go.

And now I find myself in a place where God is asking me to do – and I am struggling with unwillingness.  And my head tells me, Look what He’s done for me.  This is just my reasonable spiritual act of worship.  And my stubborn heart says, this is hard, I just can’t do it. 

O God, help me be willing and give me strength for the path.