God is changing me, creating a new and better person, molding me for something different, preparing me for heaven. I find it an uncomfortable process at times.
The old me and the new me are battling for control, right now the new me is winning, but the old me is there waiting in the wings to step in at a moments notice, even at the smallest sign of weakness.
Maybe the battle becomes easier with time, then again maybe not.
I don't usually plug my own poems, but this one is trying to get across what I feel:
http://gwilymgochpoems.blogspot.com/2011/02/slowly-learning-to-be-me.html
Monday, 21 February 2011
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