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I took a nap yesterday, which didn't really help enough. I grow increasingly pensive and morose. It's a lack of sleep that does it.
First, I get mean and grouchy. Then, I get thoughtful and withdrawn. I sigh a lot. The self-pity sets in next. Before you know it, I want to get back together with Chuck. If that man wanted to marry me, here's what he would do: He'd keep me up late on the phone, for a week straight. He'd use really big words. Kind words. Then, after I was staggering through my days, drinking full-strength coffee in the afternoons, he'd show up with romantic music and a large diamond. It's so simple, really.
...Don't panic.
He doesn't even read this.
Besides, it's my blog, for Heaven's sake. I must exaggerate for effect. Do you think I record the truth with no embellishment? How long have you known me? (There's a word for that exaggeration, "hyperbole.")

I've been reading Romans. We're set to discuss chapters 7 and 8 in house church this weekend. These chapters teach that I am dead to sin. I am no longer the one doing sin, it's sin which indwells me. (That's "personification").
Sin is, on the whole, rather annoying. I say we vote it off the island.

I am apparently going to be plagued by sin all my life on earth. I have to fight against it, but I am not guaranteed a win. It's perpetual futility.
Why did God design this plan?
How is this a good thing?
The only thing I can really come up with is that the fight, the struggle, is the point. Total purity is an unattainable goal, so the battle itself must be the reason. It's a lot of work, frankly.
And I'm tired.
Although, I believe I've mentioned that.