With summer on the horizon and Switchfoot live on the radio, I strangely find myself in the mood to write. What will I write? I'm not sure anyone could ever know. But together we'll find out. - It's interesting in life how we go through cycles. We learn one lesson; climb one mountain; love one fashion; and then we move on. Later though, as if life's originality is limited to only a few different schemes, things come back again. And we feel as if we're right back where we started. Learning the same lessons we broke over before, and trying the same things that caused failure the last time. Is this life? Is this what everyone faces? I wouldn't be surprised. But this cycle of which I speak, is the very thing that frustrates my heart. It's what causes me more trouble than I know what to deal with. Because as I think of, talk about, and live this cycle; I have the constant reminder that Jesus died to set me free from this. He gave everything He had, only for me. And just so that my life would be more than this. More than a silly cycle that causes scars I can't heal on my own. If only I could trust Him. Is that the answer? I feel like it must be. Because Jesus is always the answer. And even though I cannot comprehend it; He's always faithful.
I think the answer being right in front of me may be what makes life so simply complex.
I have the power to be a winner, I have the answer to the question; I have the key that will lead me to the source of peace. And yet I look past it every time the wind blows me over.
and that's exactly why I know this: I am not my own. nothing I do will ever last, because I can't do anything right. so what makes me think the right things that I happen to be apart of are myself? only a fool would be convinced of such.
So I'll pick myself up again every time. And I'll grab hold, again, to the Hand that won't let me go.
How refreshing. How peculiar. How spectacular.
This is my hope.
john 10:10.
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