The struggle will always be selfishness. The rejection of blessing and the striving after self are two of the most obviously sad, negative, detrimental things I could do. Yet I still do them. Despite all he’s done, how faithful he’s been. Thank you, Jesus, for taking my punishment for this. You have done more than taken me in, you have dressed me up as your desirable bride. I’m not worthy, Lord, but you have saved me. I’m sorry I run, God. I want to live in deep love with you, with eyes for no one else. Break me as much as it takes to tear down my sinful veils; refine me by fire. I am yours.