A Little Ranting

I'm on my fourth cup of coffee for the morning, so bear with me in this post. I'm ranting a bit. Something not uncommon in when my life is mixed with excessive amounts of caffeine.

I just watched my sermon on Esther from the Recipe for a Real Woman conference that I preached in April at my church. First of all, I hate watching myself. It's like randomly hearing your voice on your answering machine; it sounds gruff, you rush to shut it off and wonder when you became a chain smoker. Second of all, it was horrifying.

My sermon was fine, I guess. [I don't insert "I guess" so you'll affirm me. Really, I guess it was fine. I wasn't listening.] But there was a profound arrogance behind my attitude and mannerisms. I couldn't even watch the whole thing.

So, here's what my ranting's coming to: I'm growing. The Spirit is reminding me, I'm growing. The reason I cringe at such a sermon is because I'm more grown now than I was in April. Hopefully, I'll cringe at this post tomorrow because I'm more grown up then than I was today. I'm growing.

Growing pains seem to be everywhere recently: home, work, and ... well, that's all I do, go home and work and go home again. But both spheres of my life are being bombarded with these aches and pains that come from growing up. Stupid (or so says my very grown up self...).

My confidence is this, "He who began a good work in [me] will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ" (Phil 1:6). Yes, I'm growing and I will be until He comes again. What a confidence, what a hope! I can grow, I am free to grow, I am enabled to grow in the good work of becoming like Christ until the day He comes back!

My heart can't rest with where I am no, but that's okay. That's right. David wrote, "I will be satisfied when I awake in Your likeness" (Psalm 17:50). Well, then ... I have a long way to go and a lot of unsatisfied days. But that's okay. That's right.