“With every morn my life afresh must break
The crust of self, gathered about me fresh;
That thy wind-spirit may rush in and shake
The darkness out of me…” -George Macdonald

The renewing of the mind, the recreation of myself, the process of sanctification, are the most difficult and frustrating processes. Perhaps it is so difficult because I am not leaning heavily on his shoulders like I am meant to be. Rested deep in his warm embrace, His “wind-spirit” of life, like the fresh breeze on an early morning, blows through the cobwebs I’ve spun.

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