a Nabel indwelling in me- A Saviour gently restoring me

My flesh is weak and my mind even weaker. Oh how I want to live more fully with delight instead of living in duty. How great is it that our/my saviour saves me from myself. How amazing that we have a Saviour who frustrates the intelect and the proud, my pride included, and outstretches his calloused, cut, pierced, and yet gentle hand to restore me into a right relationship with Him.