Pray the words of this Lazaroo aloud, in desperate faith:

“The vine is dried up and the fig tree is withered; the pomegranate, the palm and the apple tree – all the trees of the field – are dried up. Surely the joy of mankind is withered away.”
(Joel 1:12)

“Dried up.”

“Withered.”

Those words make my skin crawl, Jesus.

They’re signs of shrinking, failure, decline.
They’re heavy with the pall of death.

And that’s exactly what I want to happen to my sinful human nature.

I want it to shrivel, dry up, wither, die.

I’m sick to death of its longstanding power in my life.

It’s had me far too long.

Just when I think I’ve made some progress in cleaning up my act
just when I believe I’ve experienced an “aha!” moment with You –
a real breakthrough –

my sinful nature rears its ugly head
and beats me bloody.

No more.

Please.

No more.

I need a win.

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Romans 6:1-2; Romans 7:1-25; Romans 8:1-14; Romans 13:13-14; 2 Corinthians 5:17; Galatians 2:17-21; Colossians 2:20-23; Colossians 3:1-10; 1 Peter 2:24-25

What is Lazaroo?

Take Me Deeper