"Many waters cannot quench love,
Nor can the floods drown it.
If a man would give for love
All the wealth of his house,
It would be utterly despised."
Song of Solomon 8:7 {nkjv}
It really comes down to love in the end.
This week, I swept, swept, swept up the stray wisps of pug fur and tracked-in dirt and thought about it -
Thought about the particular area of my life in which I feel the Holy Spirit giving the gentle nudge to change - to do differently than I have always done.
Which will cause me to be differently {yes, I'm using that as an adverb}.
I've felt His nudge in this area before - heard His voice tell me that, as Corrie Ten Boom says, He will walk with me over the fearful, unknown bridge of obedience in this thing.
I believe obeying is right - that God speaks Truth when He tells us that He rewards obedience.
But I love my disobedience and its perceived benefits.
I rationalize it: It isn't sin.
"Just" disobedience to the Holy Spirit.
So I hesitate - hesitate - hesitate... putting one foot on the bridge, then taking it off again.
And I think, "Why is it so hard for me to obey in this area?"
