It's funny how months of mental progress can be singlehandedly undone by a single phone call. Does that mean the progress you made in overcoming an issue was weak, or at worst, false? When is hope something to hold and when is it just an oppressive tool of Satan to keep your life unrealistic?

Recently a good friend of mine correctly identified an idol in my life; something that I have known for a long time has been an idol but have never truly labeled as such. Since this has happened, more has taken place than ever before to remove this idol and refocus my eyes fresh on the life God has before me. This progress has been powerful, or at least has felt powerful, but a single conversation over the phone with another friend has thrown open the doors of possibility. Rest assured that I saw it coming and quickly pulled up the drawbridge over the moat and locked the entrance tightly. But this person brought a powerful army that didn't really attack so much as made promises come back and wear down the defenses gradually. Do I have that kind of endurance? What's more, this person is doing this out of good intentions.

Man I love metaphor. It allows you to talk about something without really talking about it, which is of course appropriate for this topic on a blog that is read by who knows who. But I had to say something about it, and there is not really anyone available at the moment.