I was instant messaging a friend from college the other night, a brief exchange and I typed something that I’ve been trying to put my finger on for weeks. It was a recurring theme in my life, but I couldn’t really put a definition to it until last night. The theme…
I don’t desire perfection, but yearn for consistency.
I can never be spiritually perfect while here on earth. But as I’ve gotten older (and hopefully wiser) I’ve expected to become more consistent in my faith. And while I believe I have become more consistent through the years, I have failed to be consistent as of late.
I could come up with many reasons for my inconsistency, but all are weak attempts to sooth my conscious.
Most baffling of all is the neglect I have for the Word of God. Did you catch that? The “Word” of God. I have the opportunity to hear from the Creator of the universe, whenever I’d like. I have the opportunity to harness the power inbetween those pages. You would think it would be a daily read.
I don’t understand why it’s a challenge when the benefits outway anything else I could be doing.
For now, the search for consistency continues….