It Matters How
See part one of this two-part series on fighting sin here. My alarm went off. I squinted at the time: 6:25am. It was cold and dark and my body was being uncooperative. It screamed at me to roll over and get some more sleep. I was seriously tempted. There was another voice though, albeit a quieter one. It simply said you need to do it. I felt the internal struggle, amazed at how quickly the war had begun once again. Then—though my body reeled at the betrayal—the covers were off and my feet were on the ground. The hardest part...