Sometimes I really feel like I've been humbled.
I am low, so low. And then a flicker of my old self
twinkles. I'm not really broken, I'm playing possum.
I used to throw tantrums and feel like I was dying.
But after the dramatics, I was still kicking.
What is it to really die to self?
It must have something to do with living to/in Christ.
If He is really present, then I must really be gone.
I can only hope.
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