Cuddled or Crucified

As I start this new season of my life, I wonder if my life is still the testimony of the Cross.

My prayers seem to be “God cuddle me more” rather than “God crucify me”. I seem to want the comforts faith brings without the death it calls for.

I am no masochist who takes delight in self inflicting punishments. I rather consider myself to be a disciple who is trying to embrace all that his master has asked from him.

Yet I still wonder if my message has not become “the couch of Christ” instead of “the Cross of Christ”.
Lord, humble me, let me seek only your glory