In what shall I hope? To what shall I give my life? I can think of only one answer.
It’s not Final Fantasy X. I haven’t played since Saturday. Burnout, perhaps. I played far too long.
It’s not my job. Sure, it pays, but it doesn’t give me life. You can live while at your job, but you can’t live by it.
It’s not anything I can do or accomplish. I fail in small ways over a dozen times a day. Little failures leading to little stabs of guilt leading to bitterness and frustration if not dealt with and if not taken to somebody who can forgive.
Grace, perhaps? Yes, grace. Nothing I can do, nothing I can earn, nothing I can beg for, nothing I can get by any means of my own. Grace is given. Grace can be received, but first it had to be given.
So instead of continuing to mope around this morning and lie to myself about my pitiful state, I’m gonna remember that the grace of God has saved me from who I am and made me brother to Jesus in the eyes of God.