Muses

Treasures of the transformed life. The end. A secret.

You might have noticed no pictures of Sally, the oyster, the last two days.

That is because.

I ate her.

I thought it only fitting end.

Is it possible to have a visceral reaction to a pair of boots?

Fourty days. Gone. Can’t say I read every single day but came very close.

Thoughts on transformation. I heard a sermon recently that stuck with me big time.

Everybody is for godly character. We want our children not to cheat on their tests, roommates who don’t steal our Oreos and spouses who don’t buy the most awesome pair of Frye harness boots and hide them forever (only wearing them when the spouse is not around) or in bed when he is asleep.

We’re not against godly character in others. In fact ~ we’re for it. As long as it isn’t something we have to worry about for ourselves.

Though it’s funny, the more we hang out with God, love, joy, patience, peace and self control begins to appear…without trying.

But then there are those nagging issues. Those ones that are really hard for us to nip. Cheating, gossip, tempers, all assorted immoral goodies, pride, raging insecurity, overspending, maybe overeating or over drinking…

Those things we CAN”T transform. Things that medicate some deep need within us.

With my own will and strength, I can follow rules and be a much better Jamie, but then there are things that reach out to grip me taunting, “See you’ll never truly transform.”

I’m going to let you in on a little secret. If you really want to change ~ if your tired of working and striving to be the best Jamie but always falling short.

Romans 12:2.

“Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is — his good, pleasing and perfect will.”

Ours MINDs are the key.

Give God control of your thoughts. Not the internet, movies, books, music, friend’s advice, Fox or Headline News.

Read the bible. Write scriptures that deal with your issue…lust, pride, hurtful tongue and commit them to memory.

And when the moment of decision comes ~ just say,

“Jesus I can’t handle this. But you can. Jesus I can’t handle this. But you living in me … can.”

You know what. He does. In fact, He loves to…

And of course, I couldn’t eat Sally. That was a joke.

I miss her terribly but she had to go minister to her oyster folk.