I am human. That means that I make mistakes. It also means I have a heck of a time admitting that I made a mistake. Why is that? Why do we insist that we are right all the time? Why do we blind ourselves to the fact even when it is plain as day? The funny thing is; stopping, admitting we’re wrong, and backing up to try something else would get everything straightened out a whole lot quicker. Instead we hem, haw, and offer excuses, while we stubbornly continue doing the wrong thing expecting things to magically get better. We keep going, hoping we can somehow work our way back to the right path without anyone noticing we took the wrong road. It doesn’t matter that we have to work three times as hard to get there. It doesn’t matter that we suffer all kinds of woes by continuing. Maybe it is all part of the curse we (as humans) have brought on ourselves by disobeying God. We can go our own way, and God will let us. He will also allow us to reap the benefits of the choices that we make.
7 Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. Gal 6:7 (KJV)
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