The real problem of the Christian life comes where people do not usually look for it. It comes the very mment you wake up each morning. All your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild animals. and the first job each morning consists simply in shoving them all back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view, letting that other larger, stronger, quieter life come flowing in. And so on, all day. Standing back from all your natural fussings and frettings; coming in out of the wind. We can only do it for moments at first. But from those moments the new sort of life will be spreading through our system: because now we are ltting Him work at the right part of us. It is the difference between paint, which is merely laid on the surface, and a dye or stain which soaks right through...
(C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity)
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