The Inner S.L.U.G.

Slugs have never been dear to my heart. I so enjoyed pouring salt on them as a kid. Yet within me, I find that I am a S.L.U.G at heart.

A selfish, lazy, ugly girl. Harsh words. Impatience. Anger. To name a few.

And only salt from Heaven can kill this thing.

Luke 6:44-45 says, Each tree is recognized by its own fruit. People do not pick figs from thornbushes, or grapes from briers. The good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and the evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For out of the overflow of his heart his mouth speaks.

I'm not yielding the fruit I desire to see in my life, certainly not the quantity I'd like to see. I desire to be in a place where all my actions and words bring glory to God, regardless of circumstance. I desire to be a virtuous woman for Him. Where the fruit of my life reflects His goodness.

I realize that this inner conquest of my soul does not happen overnight. It is a steady battle to overcome my self, to establish His nature within me. All dependent upon my relationship with Him. There are times I become discouraged at the pace I proceed along. Much too like a slug's slow crawl. But I have hope, being confident of this very thing, that He who has begun a good work in [me] will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ (Phil. 1:6).

Father God, let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight. That I may be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to anger. Let me be quick to cast down every thought that exalts itself against You. That I may be a vessel of Your love to this world.