weak.

I am a prisoner of my own thoughts.

My actions and my words reflect this truth.

I believe myself to be inadequate more than not. I am unkind. I say hurtful things to those I love most. I am a lover of worldly things. I let myself become obsessed with the newest and greatest gadgets, clothes, and Instagram posts. I am anxious. I allow life to have a hold on my every move.

While I see that these things are not of the Lord, I have become a slave to them.

I am weak.

In saying all of this, the fact that I am able to recognize these thoughts as sin shows that Christ is in me. He is in my corner, fighting for me. 

I am thankful for the Lord's little (and sometimes very big) ways of keeping us on the track to fighting the good fight--for reminding us that He is our only source of strength.