I’m being reminded again and again over the last few months how weak and incorrigible I am. I cannot stop myself sinning when I want to, I find pride so entrenched just when I think I’ve reached new depths of humility.

I still work so slowly, and am so inefficient with the time I’ve been given. But each day comes as a gift, and no other time in my life have I been grateful for each breath, each step. And as I rejoice in each smile, hug and embrace of the Lord, I know the meaning of my life is found not in what I can do or have done, but in who I am becoming.

Perhaps true obedience is not as easy as some people make it seem to be. I have yet to learn that lesson.