The fruits of the Spirit shouldn’t be a place of shame for Christ-followers, they should simply be a list of characteristics about the God we love. Characteristics we deeply admire and want to adapt in our own lives, not out of guilt or fear, but out of admiration and proximity.
The question is: am I a space where God can dwell? Is there room – in my schedule, my thoughts, my finances, and the way I live my life – for God in me? Am I a temple, or am I a cluttered closet with no space for God to reside in?
Austrians decorate their homes for Easter, hanging hand painted eggs from branches in bloom with the buds of spring. These Ostereierbaum (Easter egg trees) sparkle, the hand painted eggs shining in the sun’s light.
I lacked the strength of purpose that could have helped me rise above the more inconsequential battles I was having: the jealousy of other women, the discouragement of feeling insignificant and behind, and the indignation I felt over the mass-deception taking place in front of my eyes.