To be painfully aware of God, and even sin and devil for that matter. I am not ignorant at all to reality. I do sin and stumble, some days are worse than others and vice versa. Its been this case for me, since birth. I think the internet has this ability to warp a person’s mind into thinking, that there is an escape or some kind of perfection to be obtained.

I think Paul makes it clear in Romans the full extent of the Christian experience. And its anything but perfection. So much so in fact, that we needed God to inhabit Christ Himself to save us.
The thing about read and words is that the only action being performed is the knowledge. My legs, have not been doing enough walking. My hands? I am more ashamed and embarrassed about them, than I would like to admit.
A man and his hands, is something that I’ve grown to know and learn from. I see my older brother’s hands, and they are calloused and worked. That is something to appreciate and admire. Not idleness and contemplation, but work.
and here I am with hands not large in size, but actually maybe more akin to a female’s than a man. I have small feet and small hands, small ears. My body is distributed and made perfectly. I am not ashamed at all by this. How can I be? God created me, he doesn’t make mistakes. And the same applies to yourself, insecurities about your physical body is one of the biggest tools the devil will use to discourage and stop your progress.

I like the ebb and flow of christians. They know just the right amount of play, and work. And they are very aware of others in that regard. They wont outright chastise you, but they will through subtle suggestion let you know that you’re not doing enough.
This business here on earth belongs to the Father, God. We are His workman, and He wants nothing more than our love and appreciation.
I remember Christianity growing up, it was all a matter of doing and action. It didn’t matter the message or the song, it was always this intimidating reflection of the work and actions involved. I know now how wrong that kind of thinking is.
Today on the internet I see more people interested in regurgitating scripture verbatim than encouraging or helping a person who is down and hurting.
There are many paths to hell, and from what I understand it has the widest gate of entry. Its the narrow path few seldomly find themselves on.