A prayer.

He walked away from Jesus.  I mean sure, he was very sad cause he had great wealth, but still he walked away.  Money was his God.  We pity the young man and say "What could be worth denying an intimate relationship with the creator for?"  But I have denied Christ for less than that.  After all, I certainly don't have great wealth.  I don't even have mediocre wealth.  I have traded my Savior for sin.  I have given him up for myself.  You didn't even see it happen.  Only I did.  Which made it easier.  

But having been chosen for grace I can do no wrong in my Father's eyes.  It's as if the very image of my life is that of Christ.  It's as if every word to come out of my mouth is that of the prophets.  It's as if the deeds of my flesh and the thoughts of my mind are the likeness of the one who created me.  Sure, in your eyes I am not good.  I would even be called "sinner."  But God knows my name.  A name that I have not yet heard, but He has called me by it.  It is in this knowledge that my heart is grateful, because I need a savior the most of all.  

Words spoken against me in this world, if shrewdly strategized, may sting for a moment, but the words spoken by Him will forever fortify my spirit.  This world does not claim ownership over me, nor does anyone in it, instead I have been in His hand since the beginning.  Though you may come against me, I gladly lay myself down for you, I have nothing to gain in this world.  This rebellion in my heart is not a stronghold, but a fire.  

We are not at war with one another, but instead with ourselves.  Surrender.