Chocolate Cake and Tea

These were my musings over a spot of tea and chocolate cake. Life is made up of moments, habits, decisions, little steps. One step, then another, then another. Process. Progress. Patience. Perseverance.

If the requirement was to be all put-together today and perfect tomorrow, I'd be dead the day after that. Making mistakes and basking in my imperfections is a very important part of life. Without them I would be a stagnant swamp of boredom, a body void of vitality or vigor. I'm finished striving for perfection. I'm striving for progress; it's much more forgiving, and it keeps my heart beating.

There is something so idealistic about the 20s. We're young, exuberant, old enough to take responsibility for our actions and start walking the paths of our calling. There is hope, expectation of great things, setbacks, disappointment, and fresh starts. We don't need to know what we'll be doing in five years or twenty. We simply need to take a step toward tomorrow: a bold, strong step. It can be frightening, but it's possible. And besides, we are anchored to an immovable force that will direct the path. We should live boldly and expectantly! Why ever would we default to timidity when, with faith the size of a mustard seed, we could move a mountain?

There is an immense amount of hope in Jesus. A heart bursting with hope and faith will, and must, persevere in progress, ever looking upward and forward. There must be an immense amount of beauty in the heart that chooses to engage in this process fully, every day. It's a surrender, but not from a heart of defeat. It's the surrender of a heart that has been so captivated by the love of an all-powerful God that it can do nothing but hope in the new mercies of tomorrow and the grace for today. It boasts in its failures. It presses on; it doesn't trudge.

I'm so eager to accept life as a process, and to enjoy it as that. One day at a time.