Sometimes life is just rocking along, all good, going well, and then... I hate it when life is like that. I mostly hate the junk that happens when it is things I have caused myself. What is wrong with me? I am so Paul-like: the things that I want to do, I don't and the things I don't want to do, I do. Why is it so stinkin' hard to be like Christ? I guess the messes in life make us look forward to eternity, to our completion in Christ. I guess if we lived in a perfect world we wouldn't need God and faith, we wouldn't so look forward to going home. Living in a sinful, fallen world makes us long for Him. All of creation is frustrated (Romans 8) and all of us who are His eagerly await our adoption as sons and our redemption - when we will be perfected in Christ. In the meantime we struggle on. Maybe in the struggle, I'll learn a little more and be a little more like Him. Every little step is cause to rejoice - is there anything higher, more exciting, more rewarding than to be like Him?
Thank-you God for the down times that make me look up.