“My head is high, God, held high; I’m looking to you God; no hangdog skulking for me.” Psalm 25.1
As one grows older, I believe we discover and see changes about ourselves. Frequently we do not have enough courage to understand, face, and talk about these changes, however the changes exist.
One change I just realized is that I am learning a new walk. I have not perfected it because I am not even sure when training began. The change is there, however I wonder if anyone sees anything different. I hope that they will see the new walk soon!
The essential change in my walk is posture and my motives supporting this new posture. In the past I was responsible for my walk, still am. In the past my responsibility translated into a conscious decision to hold my head a certain way, wear certain materials in a certain style, and work to convey at attitude of confidence and control. I realize this may sound Machiavellian however it was what it was.
I’m not sure lost all past traits are gone. I do not even know if I understand all the different ways that I worked to maintain control. I find myself discovering new flaws every day; my prayer is that I can let God work His miracle.
God is the reason for a change in my walk. I am looking for God to permeate every portion of my life. Not just on Saturday or Sunday, every moment of every day. I realize in more ways that I can possibly imagine that I have a long, long way to go. As I walk, I realize God is my passion with every step, every decision, and every act.
My questions are many.
Does God have enough patience for someone like me? YES!
Will God’s grace be powerful enough to work a miracle? YES!
Will God’s love be visible in my walk? Yes, this can be by His power.
Will God hold on to me? YES!
Will I hold on to God?
Will you?
What is our passion?
