Do you ever wonder why we struggle the way we do? Why in our greatest moments we feel like we can do no wrong, and yet any amount of time later we are left lacking...thinking we can do no right. I've always mused over the fickle nature of inspiration. I have time and again had thoughts like Peter, even if all the rest fall away Lord I will surely not. Brief fractions of time where I had the faith that could move mountains. I would die for God. I would never sin again. I was through with my old life.
And then the inspiration faded like a hit sitcom starring Zack Morris and Kelly Kapowski and I was left feeling alone, in the dark once more just getting owned by sin. Where did that other guy go? Like Peter, the guy who cut off the guard's ear ready to fight to the death to rescue Jesus. And then even hours later denies the Christ he was going to die for to a little girl. WHERE DID IT GO? Why does inspiration have to leave? Such a fleeting desire...why must you continuously play with my mind?
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