Rain, rain, rain. Sometimes you can have enough of a good thing. It’s been raining for days. And though our state has desperately needed a good, long rain, the flash floods seem to be saying, “Enough!” Sometimes, like with the rain, I feel myself growing weary of myself. Even at my best moments, when I want my life to reflect God’s glory, I catch myself thinking about myself and how God might change me. I think of how I could be more winsome, more gregarious, more fun. And it gets a little like that feeling you’d have if you swallowed a spoonful of butter. You can have too much of a good thing, and too much self can easily turn into a flood whose current takes me places I’d rather not go.
I keep putting off writing about this because I’ve encountered so many good morsels of wisdom over the last few months that I wanted to put them all together before writing about them. This morning though, I read my former pastor’s blog and found yet another morsel. He writes about how attending to our selves can get in the way of living a wild and beautiful adventure with God, and he points to one of the suspects in the crime of self, an unwillingness to believe that God’s love is enough:
“…My unwillingness to believe that [God’s] love and care are enough, sticks me with the never-ending task of attending to myself. Tragically, I become my own mission, rather than living in the wild and beautiful adventure of collaborating with God in His, thus tapping in to what I was created for in the first place.”
You can read the whole post here. I still want to pull all the morsels of wisdom together one of these days and write about self, self-forgetfulness and the invitation to a better adventure. Until then, I highly recommend Mike’s post. Here’s to the hope that the real adventure lies not in improving our selves but in leaping into the arms of Love.