The past month has thrown at me numerous little opportunities to peer into the darkest depths of my heart and see how very black they are: How little I think of God; how little I really know about myself, or others, or this world; how little my faith is; how little I’ve changed over the last few years.
But I have changed a little. This time around it’s taken a little less time to turn back to God. There’s been a little less tantrum-throwing before being willing to submit to Him; a little more respect for His sovereignty; a little more openness to His plans for me.
Such little differences, but this time around they mean everything. They’re one encouragement to “strengthen [my] feeble arms and weak knees”* and continue to trek on towards my goal of one day looking a lot more like my Saviour.
Little by little.
The picture's from here.