Rescue Patrol

I hope never to forget the grace I’ve received. For a long time, my prayers were for the healing I now have experienced, but they lacked the willingness to follow through in my daily living.

I’m used to easy mode. I want to be spoon fed. I want spiritual 2% milk rather than the 2” thick slab of steak.

Why, though?

Because I’m lazy. At my best, I realize this and combat against it. But my default still drifts into laziness.

Getting sober required a crucifixion of this attitude of expectant results from minimal effort.

True, God does the heavy lifting inside us once we are oriented toward him. But coming to the end of ourselves is an exercise in slow death followed by the choice to finish ourselves off.

We’ve gotta start walking toward Him. Sometimes before we clearly see the way. It’s ok to start with simply walking away from the past.

Then, as we begin to make progress, we see that he has been carrying us even more than we realized.

God, thank you for the rescue. Thank you for your faithfulness.