Rules are used to dictate a standard; a decree to a way of living or behavior, and what specifically to do or not do in situations. We follow them, we break them, and as generations change many will judge you based on those numbers. It’s a race we run until one day, hopefully, we understand that there’s no prize.
Mine was a sprint. I followed those around me, running and panting after an acceptance that I would never obtain; a status that stole my self-worth and replaced it with conditional love.
These “rules” that I strove to break were a big part of the reason I ran from God; because God dictated these rules and I was not ready to follow them.
A week ago I had a post my resume for Jesuswhere I discussed the idea that we do not have to prove our worth to follow God…
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