IrishOboe

Now that I know I’m coming back, I’m getting terribly excited about going home to see everyone, watch my friend get married, chill out at the Maggie, talk late into the night with my mommy, eat dinner as a family, etc. etc.  I don’t think I’ll be thinking about it much this last week, however.  It’s my day of rest and I still feel the weight of decisions and planning and preparation that must be done for my return before I leave.  Maybe I just like being in a perpetual state of worry.  It’s a habit at least, and no sooner does God prove himself faithful in one thing than I turn and start to worry that I’ll mess up the next thing.  On my barefoot run today I was surprised that I could go over two miles with nothing hurting (feet, muscles, knee) and realized that I’ve not been doing much but a little here and there is the perfect formula for growth.  Is there anything in nature that doesn’t build up slowly over time?  Sure, destruction can happen quite suddenly, but something constructive?  It all takes the tiniest bit by bit over time.  So, if that’s how God designed nature, then why should he not work the same way with us?  The point is I can’t expect wild leaps of permanent progress but should simply be faithful in the daily, seemingly insignificant trials and trust that God will use them to build up a true daughter of God.

This essay is an attempt to speak calmly about an experience that I just want to rant about.  The subject is important to me, but I’ve challenged myself not to indulge in another rant that will only make my allies feel good and alienate anyone who disagrees.  Feel free to rate my attempt (1-10, 10 best) and leave a comment.