. . . even when I'm not writing about it. It used to be that I mostly didn't write about it because I wasn't engaged in it (i.e. I'd failed again, or wasn't even trying not to). But if this is going to be my new normal, I'm going to have to not write about it more often, even when I'm successful in resisting a temptation or I'm encountering a complication because of another frustration in my life.
That doesn't mean I'm not gratefully celebrating God's grace each time He doesn't "suffer my foot to slip." (I still love Psalm 121.) It's all the more important that I do, lest I get puffed up about "my" success, which past experience have shown me is swiftly fleeting. How many allegedly "well-kept" Lenten seasons have I followed up with Easter seasons that convinced me of my depravity?
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