Today I was reminded yet again on how I really am nothing without God.
I’m not really a changed person. I’m an empty person that’s been filled up with something else.
Goodness isn’t of me, purity isn’t of me, love (true love) isn’t of me.
Catching a glimpse of a horrible thing that lurks beneath, that traps me constantly, the curse of the flesh, and I realise how joyful I must be in knowing that one day I will be completely free.
Never take pride in your “own” goodness. That’s where the cracks start to inch into your heart, and true goodness and true love, God, leaks out.