It is not God that sells me short in regards to my joy, but me. O how often I ought to kneel before the Father, flying into his arms and enjoying all of his sunshine. Instead, I wallow in sin, delighting my heart, not on God's will but gratifying my dead flesh. O to reflect his glory! But how can I reflect him if I am not in his presence? O for obedience. O for sweet backbreaking obedience to the sweet law of Christ. I happily and bitterly repent of all my sins and gladly come before Him in the sweet righteousness of Christ.
K.Oni
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