Week as grass!

Never have I really prayed for protection against evil. My logic has been that "asking the father, over and over, "to protect me", showed my lack of trust in Him. And assumed that being a child of God, His hands ought to be over me". I claimed to be close to Christ and boasted nothing would harm me. I now realize, I was proud and  was arrogant.

Struggling through the trials, I humbly realize that evil one can have a go at me. Not because my God is week but because I'm far from being a perfect child yet. My pride held me at a pedestal and expected the sovereign God to protect me. Alas! how arrogant and proud I was.

Then Jesus was led by the Spirit into the desert to be tempted by the devil. [Mathew 4:1]

"And the Lord said: Simon, Simon, behold Satan hath desired to have you, that he may sift you as wheat:" [Luke 22:31]

Satan was allowed to test Jesus the son of God. Apostle Peter too was sifted like wheat. No saints are an exception to this. But at the end, victorious is the one who chooses the way of the Lord and abides uncompromisingly in Truth.

I'm week as grass. I sway like a reed in the wind. I'm less than perfect. I'm a sinful; I grieve my father when I "compromise". I'm not valiant enough to "reject" the craving within - for pleasure. I put "myself" before the Lord. Sinful thoughts still have a place within me, I secretly cherish them.

Lord, how of little depth is my love for you. Yet You did not abandon me nor did You let the evil one destroy my soul. Pour thy precious blood upon my week self. Help me hate sin and reject the deceiving schemes of Satan. Help me consciously choose You over routine and mediocrity.