I am called

I have found myself saying the phrase "I'm just sick of it" quite often as of late. Talking about a myriad of things, all of which I really, truly am sick of. I'm not down on myself or feeling sad, I really am just tired of so much... stuff! It becomes so clear to me that my soul was not made to be a part of this world, or to blend in whatsoever. Every day I walk through all the muck around me and feel like I am water trying to make nice with oil. It just won't work. I am a puzzle piece not made for this puzzle. I'm glad I don't fit in. I'm glad something in me twinges when I see, hear or am around sin. I'm glad it feels foreign-- because it is.

I am a follower of Christ. Being active in the body of Christ is so necessary. No division, no walls, no tearing down. What would we be without our fellow believers in the body all walking the same way as us, arms linked, pursuing the same goal? We would be a single person walking against the entirety of humanity- one person pushing against crowds of millions.

I think we need to guard our words and our hearts against the poisen Satan offers us. Its so easy to let it slither into conversation.