What keeps me from God the most is my own perceived self sufficiency. I don't feel the desperate need for Him. Oh, there is a desperate need - but it is misappropriated and mislabeled. My desperation for Christ is divided into several desperations for things much less needed. These desires I fulfill, satiating the true desire for Him.
This, actually, fills me with some amount of relief - along with a heavy conviction. I was afraid. Afraid that I had no desire for Him.
I do. A desperate desire.
Now let me fulfill it only in Him.
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