Always too soon to quit

Rest is a must when the going feels like carrying a cross from which the nails have obviously already rust

The pieces keep falling

St Paul made a recommendation that once personally understood make a whole lot of sense that stops my squealing

“Press on”

Is that why God uses a shopvac instead of the mini dust buster to unclog areas where its life force is trapped?

Is that why the refiner’s fire heats up to the nth degree Celsius yet never burn me to a crisp?

Is that why when God’s rips and strips away ugly attitude buildup and cleans up its temple that it seem like the works of magic to some and the works of the devil to some and it doesn’t faze God?

Is that why the heart wants to safeguard itself from life-bruiser without hiding itself?

Is that why unveiling the mind is necessary once God is given the two thumbs up access?

Aha!

Now I know why God has been so patient with me. That doesn’t sound like the Jesus and the God who is waiting for me to fall so it can crush me with its big toe and flick me off like a dead firefly and waiting for holy ghost to escort me to the fire that really burn