Practice what I preach? What now?

How do you go from knowing something, to living something?
It seems that anytime I talk about something, I know the reality, I know the wise thing, the right thing, but when it comes down to it, I really am not that great at living it.

I keep hoping that I'll get it.

I keep hoping that what I know, what I hold to as conviction, is going to somehow embed itself into my thoughts and actions. How? When?

Eeesh.

How can truth seem so far from my ability to make it a reality?

How do you take knowledge, understanding, wisdom even, and turn it into action, into feeling, into being?

I cannot.

I am unable.

But, the Lord is able. And as much as it is difficult for me to feel that, even when my mind knows it is a truth, I need to cling to that truth. Hold to it. Fight for it.

"May the God of peace... equip you with everything good for doing his will, and may he work in us what is pleasing to him" - Hebrews 13:20-21.

I need his equipping power upon my life, my actions, my intentions, my emotions.

I will not arrive in this life at the perfection I hope for.

But his grace is great in the faltering steps I daily set my mind out to take.

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