I have been changed, and yet I could see quite clearly that I was not the very image of Jesus Christ. Though my mind was renewed and my emotions were healed, where was the nature of my Lord? I wanted to be like Him. What more was required of me? Then I saw it. Beneath that layer of lies lay the mass of myself. No one had inflicted on me the disgusting matter that I saw; I had created myself to be like that. I probably entered into a state of what the old-timers called “Dying to Self.”
To be continued. . . .