This Life Is Lived

I wonder how often I miss out on life by looking at all my faults and allowing that to destroy all my functionality and allowing that to destroy the progress that You’ve made.

I’m not perfect yet, but we’ve come a long, long way. Each day I need to delight more fully in Your grace. Why don’t I get it; I’ve known it from the start: this life is lived by giving You my heart.

What new discipline should I start to aid You in Your plan of bringing me closer to Your image? Sometimes this is exactly what I think, as if my acts would make us closer friends.

It’s so hard to judge the progress from Your eyes when we are a fallen race. It’s so hard to judge the progress from Your eyes when they are not mine.

©2002