Well, circumstances force me to be both a cowboy and a hero. Anything less is to be knocked flat forever. I’d rather get some dust, a black eye or two, torn jeans, and some bruises, but keep on standing.
To keep the yeehaw holy is a balancing act. It has to stop the moment it verges into really being self serving... the Lord glorified no more.
I thank Jesus that He forgives me for my fumbles!
The man or the mouse test. Every day takes courage.