God revealed to me that sin is a very real, living (almost creature) waiting to tear us apart. And by sin I don't mean stealing, lying, or covetting. I mean not having God first. Slowly something happens and focusing on God becomes a little harder and becomes a vail that is almost tangible. Your thoughts are clouded by what our flesh wants and the earthly desires of men. We start to take God's meekness for weakness and no longer obey what he says. His words are now hard to hear, they sound like so many other voices. "Do I jump? How far? Can I make it? I've done it without God before, I can do it again." We step back, take a few breaths, swallow the lump in our throught and start sprinting. It somehow begins to grow. "What's happening?" There's no turning back now. There's a buckle in our knee and we stumble hitting the ground with enough force just to tear the skin on our palms knees and partially our face. Now sitting on our knees knelt down, we look up. A hand, a familliar face, an embracing hug, the realization of the size of the what now looks like the grand canyon but started as a relatively small gap, tears, pain, understanding, and we begin to walk with the one whom we were running away from.
