Again, in my heart of hearts I know that the answer to that question is "yes!" Yet, my flesh still refuses to believe, and the Devil continues to whisper lies to me. As I stand upon my pedestal, I look down, and I see Jesus Christ. He is not above me, for he made himself a servant, and the highest he ever hung, was on a cross. I know I must jump from my pedestal in order to enter fellowship with him again, but I cannot bring myself to do it. My only hope is that the Lord will push me over the edge. The fall may be long, but I pray that when the fall comes it breaks every bone in my prideful, empty, shell of a body. Then may I approach his throne on my knees, humbled, as I ought to be.
Lord, break me. You are my only hope.