If I were just closer to Him then my contentment would be more firmly rooted. Time elapses and my obedience wanes. Compromises are made. Rationalizations become habitual and then separation becomes a perpetual chasm between righteousness and brokenness.
I want to be relevant, impactful, and destined to carry out my purpose. That can only become reality if I focus on what is eternal; not the things of the flesh that lead to death. The beauties of this world are only temporal with several having luster for a short while and then rotting away. The hope cannot be found in the opposite sex that can disappoint and even betray. The fixation cannot be on comforts and security that are vulnerable to collapse. No, the hope is found in Him. He is where there is joy, where there is peace, where there is finality. When the lights go out, whenever that may be, that time will arise when it is similar to walking into the individual’s office and waiting on response, the verdict, the judgment. Let’s make the rest of our life count for something. Help others, not be fixated on self, wealth, power, having the perfect mate; no, in the end it is all meaningless and is nothing new under the sun.
Sex while sweet can become bitter when with the wrong intended person. Wealth while comforting can be highly volatile and often leads to being lonely in its pursuit. All the knowledge and accolades feel rewarding until they are attained and are never satiated. Pleasure and relaxation are enjoyable until boredom sets in and life calls for more as we are made for more than laziness and self-gratification. Lean in, read, pray, worship, and most importantly pursue obedience. When we are obedient, then we can start seeing how broken we are. We can stop the façade of being phony hiding our sin. Give it all to Him. Help the broken. Be vulnerable for the sake of saving others. Save you by giving it over to Him daily. Carry the cross.