As soon as it had warmed up to be bearable, I strapped on my new Yukon Charlie snowshoes and Annie the yellow Lab and I set out through the snowy fields for the river. I am still getting the hang of snowshoeing, but about halfway there I knew something wasn't right. I stopped, then walked a few more steps, but my left side was just not moving right. I checked the straps and they were all snugly in place. I looked where I was walking. Nothing had changed there. Finally I lifted up my snowshoe to see underneath it. A tiny twig had become caught between the frame of the snowshoe and my boot. It didn't look like it mattered much, but it had slowed my progress a great deal.
And so it is when I slip into those little bad habits, or sins. The author of Hebrews calls it "the sin which so easily entangles us." We can't always see it, we aren't always aware, we just know our life is a little off balance.
I jerked the stick out of my snowshoe with one mittened hand and tromped merrily on my walk with Annie to the river. May I always be so quick to jerk the sins out of my way, too, so that my walk with God is not hindered.