Change of Direction

Because of the surpassing greatness of the revelations, for this reason, to keep me from exalting myself, there was given me a thorn in the flesh,
a messenger of Satan to torment me -- to keep me from exalting myself!
Concerning this I implored the Lord three times that it might leave me.
And He has said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness."
Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses,
so that the power of Christ may dwell in me.
Therefore I am well content with weaknesses, with insults, with distresses, with persecutions, with difficulties, for Christ's sake; for when I am weak, then I am strong.
II Corinthians 12:7-10
There isn't any sense in beating a dead horse by stating the obvious.  By reading most of the blog entries one can surmise the feeling of dislike I have for my current city of residence.  Occasionally my attitude will change with the blowing of the wind, but overall I have a strong desire to move on with my life.  Having said this, the thought strikes me, "Maybe living here is the agitator I need to move in a different direction in life?  Fort Worth is the thorn in my flesh to guard against succumbing to complacency and a total withdrawal from active life."  More often than not I do succumb to those attributes, but I have given thought to working on those areas of life which need attention in order to become ready for the next season or stage of life.  Are there any character defects I need to work on?  If so, what are they and how do I change them?  What other areas of my life do I need to work on?  I gain the sense a personal revolution, a complete changing of the guard, is in order.  Out with the old and in with the new.
"Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature;
the old things passed away; behold, new things have come."
II Corinthians 5:17
Until this season of life is over, I might as well focus on productive effort and fruitful gain.  Then I may become prepared for when I am finally able to physically move on with my life.  Hmm...food for thought.

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