I began rereading Hinds' Feet On High Places today. The struggles of Much-Afraid to resist her ancestral weaknesses struck me stronger than before. When told by the Shepard that she should never even allow her relatives to tempt and torcher her she exclaims:
"I know, oh I know, ... but whenever I meet any of my relatives I seem to lose all my strength and simply connot resist them, no matter how I strive."
Her cry seemed to be the cry of a thousand hearts. How often do I fall prey to the weaknesses that lie nearest to me? The ones that I am so familiar with, the ones I should have long ago over come! Yet the familiarity is exactly what ties my hands, making me sink to my knees feeling helpless. Shaking in fear I often find myself unable to resist. It is that things closest to us that can render us completely powerless.
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