Becoming His Vessel.

I would say this, as to my journey with our Redeemer: Walking His ways are hard, when we sure love the feel of our own two feet. The transformation of walking by faith  and not by sight is to close your eyes and listen to a Voice that speaks the way we now should walk. It is the light of hope in a dark dark cave. In becoming the vessel for which He intends, I have found discipline and love, hope and faith, when hearing the voice of Almighty God. I perceive now that He knows how to reach me so I know what things demand my attention; in ways so uniquely undeniable and effective that the chance of coincidence is overcome by His providence. In these moments I recall, I am but dust, and He is the waters making my metamorphosis possible. Dirt and water makes clay. The only thing good in me is God. 

I have come to know the presence and pain of sin, and it's impedance of our purpose in Christ. I've seen and felt the difference in being holy and being half-hearted. There is a definite corelationship found between our holiness and God's Holy Spirit within us. There is cause and effect for believers in the Way. I have seen my failures approaching from a distance as He prepares me to be an overcomer. That is what I really want in life and He knows this. I want to overcome. I want to be overcome by His Spirit. I don't want to be my own vessel. I want to be His. He recalls that I am dust. I remember, He is water.