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I run and I run but I just can’t seem to leave myself behind. I long to have my soul’s behavior catch up to my heart. It would seem the longer I am in this light of hope the more I seem hopeless. Slowly I am learning how much at odds are my soul and my spirit.
Heb 4:12 For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.