God wants me to give up my vices.
God wants me to give up my vices. It isn’t even that I feel guilted, but I feel a conviction. It isn’t that God’s shaking me; I’m the one shaking. I’m a child that recognizes that I’m doing something wrong. When God tries to hold me and tell me that I’m alright, that I know that I’m doing something that I wasn’t made to do, I go into a tantrum, certain that if I fight and tear and shake and flail long enough, He’ll let go. He hasn’t let go. I think that’s sometimes scarier than being let go. It isn’t God that’s shaking me; I’m the one shaking. God wants me to give up my vices.
