What I Am Here For…
I replied, “I pray that I’ll survive all of the problems that I’m going to face,” almost without thinking when the leader of my cell group inquired about my prayers for the upcoming week. At that point, it appeared to be a sensible response. After all, we all face challenges, and oftentimes, survival seems like the most important thing we need to move forward. However, the more I considered it, the more uneasy I became. For what reason would it be a good idea for me to only get by?
When did my life become more about getting through each day than enjoying it? In the past I longed for more — of flourishing, of tracking down euphoria in the easily overlooked details, of feeling the surge of fervor and the glow of happiness. Be that as it may, of late, it seems like I’m trapped in a persistent pattern of issues and arrangements. Instead of being a journey to treasure, it seems like life has become a series of challenges to overcome. I don’t want to wake up each morning expecting the next issue to be solved with a heavy heart. I want to get out of bed each morning with a sense of wonder and anticipation for the upcoming day. I need to feel the daylight all over and value its glow, not similarly as a short break from the cool, however as a sign of the world’s excellence.
