This fruit of the Spirit was on my mind today as I practiced a few minutes of Holy Yoga.
And, like patience, I realized I don’t know how to have self-control.
My concept of self-control is based on pride. Puffing up my chest, proving I can withstand temptation, and looking for approval when I succeed.
Yet anything rooted in pride is not a fruit of the Spirit. It’s a result of me-centered selfishness. My version of self-control promotes myself. How great I am. How much I can do. How much I can say ‘no’ to. How much I can live without.
It needs to start with Jesus. His voice and presence directing and convicting me. He stirs up the desire to change inside me. He speaks a word to withhold or stop or not do as much. Self-control should be a response to His voice, not an effort to prove I’m good enough.
What is He speaking to me today? How am I responding? That is how I bear fruit that remains.