humility

Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing anything right. If, in the repetition of the call to live a meaningful life, I've actually taken three steps backwards and become complacent. Content with passiveness and settling for knowledge when I could be gaining wisdom and learning truth. I fear simply *existing,* as opposed to fully *living.* Is life "getting done?" or is it "BEing done WELL?" I fear coming to the realization that my life was left unlived and, by default, unloved. Because how could you take pride in a half-finished project?

In the midst of this flurry of anxiety, I am reminded that pride is not the end goal. As I strive to live my life to serve and glorify Him, I know that HE takes pride in my words and actions, and that's enough for me. My life is not my project to perfect. I am a work in progress, and this is a learning process. And as *I* work and learn His process, *His* work makes progress. And He *loves* this half-finished project of His. I know that full well.

And so we walk, arms outstretched in an attempt to guide these truly unseeing vessels. We surge ever forward into the brutal, beautiful, glimmering furnace of this life that is, in the end, not our own.

Soli Deo gloria. This is all for you.