Actually, my admitting I was entirely responsible for my own Spiritual condition was at least three quarters of the battle.

I looked at where I was in relationship to God.

In His pasture, I was nowhere to be seen. I had climbed the fence and was off rummaging around in another grassy plot making a pig of myself. Eventually, the other grass made me sick.

I surrendered.

Taking stock in my walk with God I made notes of what did not work.

Here is the list,

I did not know the basics about a successful walk with God.

I did not have a prayer life.

I did not talk to God on a regular basis about real things. Just what I wanted, not what He needed from me.

I did not understand being a Christian was a life, not a label.

I did not read the bible on a regular basis.

I did not attend church on a regular basis.

I did not understand what attending church truly meant.

I did not tithe.

I did not understand action was required on my part.

I did not have Godly people in my life living out the Gospel in front of me as an example.

I did not seek God on his terms.

I did not understand I had to obey.

I did not know how to approach God.

I did not allow Jesus out of the drive-thru.

I did not repent of sin in my life.

I did not have Joy.

I did not have Peace.

I did not trust in God.

But I was Saved.

So what. I was a criminal.

I had taken Jesus’ blood and ran.

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