Foolish Foundmercy; did I think that, being helpless as I was to save myself, that I would be able to continue on in my own strength?

While I was yet dead, Christ made me alive with Him. And that God-made-alive power doesn’t quit. God will never take a look at me and say, “Ok! Great! You’ve “graduated”; you don’t need Me anymore! Good luck on all your future endeavours!” He made me to need Him. And of all times, living in this broken world with this rotting body, this is the time I need Him most.

When I get selfish, I need Him. When my anger rises against the demands and pressures of life, I need Him. When that anger turns ferociously inward and threatens to consume me, I need Him.