My struggles as a Single Christian...
I have one more shot. One last way for my reality to make peace with my dreams. One chance to summit the mountain, to take the banners, to blow the trumpets, and to heave a sigh of relief that love indeed conquers all.
This means I must daily measure myself, ensure that I press onward, with the expectation that I will succeed. I must deliver in becoming the man I choose to be, not the man that my circumstances relegate me to becoming. With the help of Christ, I must slay my own dragons. I must face all the things I fear most and know in my soul that Christ is greater.
I must once again, believe in love. I must believe in an older kind of love. This kind of love is built upon innocent dreams and sees the world as the horizon that possibility is unlimited. This love, crosses oceans, is unashamed, does not keep score, and cannot be replaced.
It is not a love of searching and finding. It is a love of each new day and the possibilities that it brings. It is patient, it is understanding, it is gracious, it is forgiving, it is unselfish, it is innocent, and it is perfect.
I must look forward, with hope, peace and joy. I must not fight the surrender to the end of the day, as if it should count as a loss. Instead I must deliberately rest, and greet the brand new day as a new opportunity to succeed and to grow.
I must challenge myself, not for the sake of others, but for my own benefit and for the belief that I am worth improving, because the future is still in front of me.
I must not resign myself to the sins of my past failings. I must not account to myself grief for mistakes that do not define me. I must establish habits which break the character of the weaker man that I am, for the stronger man I am becoming. I must expect greatness, demand success and redefine what it means to be who I am. I must not let others dictate the pace, direction and definition of what I do with my life.
I must pick up my cross daily, seek the truth in all things, and love with a heart that overcomes.
This is my struggle.
I am not Him, but He is coming and I am not worthy to untie His shoes.