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I Want My Own Way

I believe it was Fleetwood Mac who told me I could go my own way. Of course, they weren't the first and they will not be the last. Even Burger King encourages me toward this own way of mine.

But I found this in 1 Peter 4:2 this morning. "Think of your sufferings as a weaning from that old sinful habit of always expecting to get your own way." We could go several directions with a verse like this. I don't want to compare my sufferings with the millions of Christians who actually suffer for Jesus' name. I get that, and I think deep down, so do you.

But from the moment I wake up until I go to sleep, and then sometimes in my dreaming, I'm all about me. I'm my biggest fan. I desperately need to be weaned. (I realize there are several reasons why that doesn't sound right.) But it's true. While I may not always expect to get my way, I normally do. If I'm being totally honest, I probably even expect certain sufferings to be done in a timely and not-so-suffering kind of way.

According to Peter, it needs to stop. It's a sinful habit. I should work on that. Of course, you know what happens when you pray for God to be more and yourself to be less. God may just answer this prayer. Well, I say, bring on the suffering.

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