I wrote about my experience with drunk young lady few days ago. When I thought more about it that night – the thing that got stuck in my mind most was that she was still trying to run from us – I realized for myself one interesting think.
Sometimes it looks the same at our spiritual life. We are sick, we are in horrible condition but we still refuse the help from the outside because we are convinced (drunk with self-confidence) that we’re gonna help ourselves the best way, that we are going to manage it. Or we just don’t admit that there could be any problem here. How it ends finally? We crush our mouth. Sometimes just a little sometimes more, but sometimes it might cost us even our marriage…