Max S. Haas

The thoughts of a wanderer in a dreamers world.

Gettign Out of the Rat Race

I had a great weekend. It was filled with my family, new friends, and a special person to me.

As I look back on everything I did and the last year of my life – it was my birthday weekend, after all – I’m realizing that there are important things in life and there are things that should truly be forgotten.

It is really funny to me that I’ve spent the vast majority of my life judging where I’m at based on my bank account and my school grades. Those are the two things that truly defined how good my life was. When I was at school, I was miserable when I was taking Greek. No matter how hard I tried at that class, I could never get the “A”. Heck, I think there was one semester where I actually ended up with a “C”. That devastated me. I thought that I was a failure and that my life was a disaster. Now, it has gone from checking my grades to checking my bank account – heaven forbid my 401K isn’t getting a decent rate of return.

But, those things are not important. At least they shouldn’t be.

I’m not trying to say that there isn’t value in putting effort in with schoolwork or having a job that pays a decent wage; however, what I am saying is that the minute that those items become the defining things in your life, you’ve stepped off into the deep end. You’ve entered the rat race – A race that you’re never going to win.

So, what was so special about this weekend? I got to spend time with people. People who care about me. People who want the best for me. People who would give anything for me. People who know me and love me despite all of my flaws. I care about those people. I want the best for those people. I would do anything for those people. I love those people.

So, I want to encourgage you to take a step back and look at the people in your life. Are they the kind of people that you want to surround yourself with? Do you love them? Do they love you? Do they build you up or do they tear you down, and vice versa?

Take a step back from the rat race – going around that track will get you nowhere good.

Spend some time walking through life with people that mean something to you. It’ll make the path you’re going down much more enjoyable.

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Worth in an Unwrothy World

Worth is a funny thing… It’s something that I struggle with and I think a lot of my peers struggle with. It creates a huge problem for my generation relationally. We continually try to prove our worthiness and in that process find that we are all the more unworthy. It’s a vicious cycle that just keeps spinning and spinning.

I know that one of the ways that I try and say that I am worthy is how I perform at my job. I want to be known as the best at what I do. When I fail or fall short of people’s expectations at work, it is devastating to me. For some people, they could care less at how they are viewed at work and the find their worth in their education, relationship with friends, number of Twitter followers or Facebook friends, or any number of other little insignificant things in this world. What we have to realize is that at the end of the day, all of those things are going to be meaningless.

There’s going to be someone that does a better job at work than me. There’s going to be someone who has a better boyfriend or girlfriend than you. There’s going to be someone with more followers on Twitter, Facebook, or Instagram. That is just how it is going to be. If we, as a generation, continue to define ourselves be these things, than we will be lost and adrift.

So, the question becomes what should we then find our worth in? That is perhaps the most important question that we all face.

I would say that there’s a simple answer to that question – God.

The thing is, we have a very difficult time finding our worth in God. The irony to this is, we are so very willing to find our worth in physical things here on this Earth; yet, when we try and say that our worth is derived from a God that isn’t physically right here, we stumble and fall all over it. We can’t grasp it and we make the choice to ignore the worth that he has given to us.

“And I will be a father to you, and you shall be sons and daughters to me says the Lord Almighty.” – 2nd Corinthians 6:18

I forget that I’ve been called a Son of God. That should be where my worth comes from. I, and you if you believe in Christ as Savior, have been adopted by God. This means that we are a part of His family. Because of that, we have been given riches beyond our dreams, purpose past what we can see, hope that won’t be shaken. Those are the things that should make us worthy. Nothing that we do will ever compare to that and everything else will only make us feel like a shadow of what we truly are.

So, wherever you are today and whatever you’re going through, I hope that you take time to remember who you truly are and what that truly means in the face of all the challenges that you’re going through.

Letting Go

I haven’t stopped to write down my thoughts in ages – I would almost say that it’s been a year since I’ve written one of these posts; but, I think it has been more like 9 months.

Honestly, it has been a crazy couple of months. There have been so many changes in my life and I feel like things keep getting crazier. That is one of the great mysteries of life, to me.

For quite a while, I thought that I would move to Nashville and suddenly my life would be on solid ground. Nashville is the place that I want to be – and I it’s where I wanted to go, ever since I visited last 4th of July. I dearly love this city. The people have absolutely been wonderful, there are so many things to do, and I love the people that I’m now working with. It would seem that would make for the perfect situation. But, alas, something inside me is saying that that is not so.

The irony is, I feel 100% out of control. I’m in a new place, meeting new people, doing new things, and it is completely out of my comfort zone. That messes with me. It freaks me out. It makes me feel like I am not the one pulling the strings.

Quite frankly, that’s exactly where I think that God wants me to be.

I am a control freak. I have the same schedule every day. I get up at the same time. Get my coffee at the same time. Take lunch at the same time. It’s what I do and it is who I am. But, I am slowly learning that it’s okay to let go; in fact, I’m learning that God requires me to let go.

I cannot hold on. If I hold on, I’ll cling to the ball and chain that would otherwise drag me to the ocean flood, proverbially. If I hold on, I’ll go back to the same things that have destroyed me for year. If I hold on, I’m not giving up on things and I’m surely not letting go of the things that I need to in order to make room for the new in my heart.

One of the things that I’ve found out, recently, is that God doesn’t want me to use Him as some sort of pain pill for the mess and pain in my life. That’s not why He sent His Son to die on a cross and take on my mess. No, He did all of that so that I could be made new – so that I could be made right.

So, here’s to letting go. Here’s to saying that I’m okay with giving up some control. Here’s to saying that life can be lived.

Tetelestai

When The Feelings Fade

As I was sitting at my desk this morning, getting ready to head off to work, I saw my Bible and my journal sitting near the edge of it. For some reason, it caught my eye. Honestly, I don’t know why – normally, I journal during my lunch break while I’m sitting in Starbucks drinking an Iced Double Shot (with hazelnut syrup instead of the classic and nonfat milk – if you were wondering). The only reason I pick my journal up in the morning is to put it in my messenger bag that I take with me to work.

Today was different.

For some reason, I picked it up and flipped to the last page that I had written in. It was dated February 22nd. I hadn’t picked it up in over a week.

There was extra time in my morning, so I stopped what I was doing and spent about 20 minutes reading a chapter in 1st Corinthians and journaling some of my thoughts on it.

If I’m being honest with you, the strangest part about all of this was that I actually wanted to see if there was something that God wanted to say to me. I wanted to see if there was a little bit more for me than I had been having.

Lately, I haven’t felt like picking up the Bible. I can’t remember the last time I put a worship CD. Church hasn’t been something that I’ve wanted to go to. The small group that I belong to has felt like a foreign land that I don’t belong in.

The feeling has been gone.

What feeling is that? To tell you the truth, the feeling that there’s a purpose in reading, hearing, or understanding the words of God. The feeling that I can be different tomorrow than I am today. The feeling that grace and redemption can break into this world and make a difference.

Maybe that makes sense to you, and maybe it doesn’t. But, I want you to know that sometimes the feelings go away. That’s a fact of life. I’ve never taken the time to truly dwell on that fact; but, none the less, it is a fact.

So, what do we do when the feelings (put your own situation here – maybe you’re feeling great when it comes to God, and there’s something else that’s died away) go away? Well, my friend, we have two choices:

1. We can base our life choices on the lack of feeling.

Or…

2. We can make the choice to press on and have faith that one day the feeling will return.

I’ve come to see those two options as the only options for a situation such as this.

If I’m being honest with you, this is something that I struggle with all the time. This can apply to so many other things in my life than with how I feel about God. It can apply to how I feel about work, my family, the school work that I have to do, and so much more. Most of the time, I make the choice to base my choices on a lack of feeling. I want you to know that it doesn’t work out well when I start living life like that. I would venture to say that things don’t work out well for you when you start living life like that.

So, make the choice to forget the feelings that you’re not feeling and live your life in the way that you know to be right. You’ll be rewarded. It might not come back in a day, a week, or a month even… But, the feelings will come back. Oh, and  when they do come back, I would think that they’ll come back stronger than before.

“Therefore I do not run like someone running aimlessly; I do not fight like a boxer beating the air. No, I strike a blow to my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.” – 1 Corinthians 9:26-27

Walking Straight Into Hell

One thing that’s been on my mind quite a lot, lately at least, is why I have the urge to always go my own way. I’ve grown up with a firm understanding of what God has to say about certain topics, I went to a Christian college (my degree is in Religion – with an emphasis on Biblical Studies and Theology), and I quite regularly attend a church. But, there are always certain things in my life that I can’t seem to get away from.

Growing up, I always had a firm understanding of what was right and wrong. And, even now, I tend to view life in black and white.

There are things you say yes to and things you say no to.

There are roads you take and there are roads you never want to turn down.

There are things that you should do and things that you shouldn’t do.

It’s part of who I am. Honestly, I would like to think that it’s good to be like that. Some people struggle with never knowing the truth… They never know the absolute. But, for me, I know the absolute.

I struggle to understand where the disconnect is in my heart – where it is  that the right and wrong that is inside my head separates from the actions that come out of who I am.

But, the good, and the absolute beauty of this problem that I seem to have, is that I am learning that there is absolutely nothing perfect about me. There’s nothing about my life that is worthy of the Love that’s been given to me by God. I don’t deserve it.

His Son died on a cross for me and I make the choice to walk straight into Hell.

Now, if I had been God, and I would suppose it’s a great thing that I’m not, I would have never been able to sacrifice the One that I loved with my whole heart for a people that would continually ignore and abuse the love that was handed to them.

You see, in light of that love, that sacrifice, what good is there to me? All of the good things that I could ever do, they are absolutely meaningless. I am never going to be the Savior. I am never going to be able pay the debt that I owe, let alone pay the debt of the entire world and all the people that have ever lived. I will never walk straight into hell and be able to come through the other side without having bowed down to the Devil. Yet, that is exactly what Christ did.

So, in my struggle to live out the right that I know, I can be comforted by the fact that there is a God who was able to live rightly for me. I am able to be comforted that even in my mistakes and failings I can be found in a grace that is unending. Nothing that I could ever do, no right choice in the face of the rightest right, will ever prove to provide the comfort that Grace can provide to me.

You see, because of Grace I am Loved. Because of Grace there is a Hope. Because of Grace I can see the Light. Because of Grace I can make a Mistake and KNOW that it will be Redeemed.

I can walk into Hell and Know that I will be Rescued. 

The Day I Decided To Smile At Fear

There are very few things in this life that have the power to control a person.

That, my friend, is a simple truth. For the most part, we are free beings. We have control of our thoughts, our emotions, our will, and our spirit. That is how God created us and that is how God desired us to be.

However, there is one thing that controls all of us far more than any of us would like to admit: Fear.

Fear can strike at the heart of any person, in any place, and at any time. Throughout the history of this world there are men that have feared the sword of an enemy, the glance of a woman, and the power of money.

The best stories in the world come about because of fear. One is either defeated by fear or one defeats the fear. There is no other plot. There is no other ending. That is the destiny that we all must wrestle with.

So, what are we to do? How are we to cope and deal and react to something that pierces to the deepest depths of every heart on this planet?

I would like to tell you that I a complex answer for you; but, that my friend, would be a lie. There is no complex plan that you can hatch to deal with the fear in your life. There is no safety net that you can set up and hope to fall back on when the fear overtakes you. There is no light in the dark tunnel. I wish that I could tell you something different. I wish that there was more to this than that. But, there is not. It truly is this simple.

What you have to do is look at the fear and smile at it.

You see, a smile can conquer the world, and I promise you that it can conquer fear.

My life has been a series of many mistakes. It seems that is what I am best at doing: messing up a good thing. And, to tell you the truth, my fear is that all my life will be defined by those mistakes. That I will just continue to make the same mistakes over and over again.

I don’t want to get to the end of my life and realize that I have let that fear drive me. I don’t want to realize that I could have lived such a beautiful life and all I ended up living was a miserable existence. That is not what I want, it is not what I desire, and it is not what I will accept.

So, my dear friend, I will look at fear and I will smile at it.

When fear finds me, in the depth of my heart, in the middle of the night, and when I am most vulnerable…. I will look at it, take a deep breath, and smile.

That smile will conquer the fear. That smile will force my feet forward. That smile will be my battle cry.

Today is the day that I’ve decided to smile back at fear, will you smile back at it, too?

People Make Life Better

For the longest time in my life, I was perfectly content to sit on my porch with a good book and read through the pages, ignoring the world that was around me. A cup of coffee sitting beside me, some music playing in the background, and the words on the pages coming alive in my mind. That was the world in which I felt at home.

Honestly, for me, it’s easier to live in isolation. People tend to complicate life and, for the most part, I don’t understand them.

You see, my friends, people have a tendency to make life so much more complicated than it needs to be. I’ve lived in a black and white world. A world where there is wrong and there is right. A world where there is a yes and there is a no. A world where up is up and down is down. But, for so many people, that is not how the world is seen. And, when people look at the world and say that down is actually up, I get lost and I get tired.

Perhaps that’s the reason that I often find life so much more enjoyable when I’m left to my own?

If I am being honest with you, though, a life alone is a lonely existence. Just as being around people is tiring because I don’t understand them, it is also tiring to be by myself. When I attempt to just live on my own, I end up in this constant battle, a battle that is really a war, where I am fighting to keep the world on the other side of the walls that I am constantly building.

So, why do I share this with you? Why do I admit that a large part of me desires to be left alone? Well, the answer is simple… I’m finding that people make life better.

We, humans, were created to be with people. This post is really all about that one little statement.

The degree that I’m pursuing is a degree in religion, specifically with a focus on the New Testament. That being said, a large part of the classes that I’m taking focus, obviously, on the New Testament; however, occasionally, I have the pleasure of having a class that reaches back and is all about the Old Testament. This semester, I have that pleasure.

One of the classes that I’m taking is on Genesis, the first book of the Bible. It’s always been one of my favorite books of the Bible to read. I don’t know if I could tell you why, though. Maybe it’s because there’s so much conflict and tension. When I read Genesis, I see humanity, with all of its beauty and flaws exposed at the same time. I see the love the Abraham had for his son and I see the hate that Cain had for his brother. Stories such as those are scattered all throughout Genesis and it is amazing to see God’s hand through each of them.

But, the story that makes me pause and stop to think, especially about the way that I live my life, is the story of our creation.

That story sends shivers throughout my bones.

It is absolutely astounding to me that God would want to make us, especially knowing that we would turn away from Him and desire to become the god that created us. Yet, that’s what He did. He made the choice to make a creation that would betray the creator. But, it doesn’t end there. In that moment of creation, God loved us enough to realize that it wasn’t good for there to just be one man among all the other creatures that had been created. So, what did God do?

 He created another human for Adam to be with.

This human was a female. I could go into how this plays out (man and woman go together, have kids, rule the earth, etc.); but, I’m just going to say this: We were created to be with people.

It’s really that basic. It’s really that simple. We are supposed to have other people around us. We are supposed to do life with other people. We are supposed to help one another out. We are supposed to smile at the joy that is someone else’s success. We are supposed to be the shoulder to cry on in the moment of someone else’s failing.

But, beyond the fact that we are ‘supposed’ to do those things, we were created to do those things.

I am coming to believe that we need to do those things. That is what this life is about. It’s not enough to make money, have the picture perfect family, or be the poster child for success. Those things are great, and as a person that has a drive for perfection, I completely understand the desire and the ‘need’ for achieving those things. However, that will not and cannot bring you fulfillment in this world.

We were created to be with people.

Nothing that you do on your own will ever compare to what you’re able to do with the people that God has placed in your life.

So, here is my challenge to you:

Embrace those who you live with and make the choice to do life with them. You weren’t meant to be alone.

It’s Okay To Feel

Earlier today I wrote a post about the meaning of life… This isn’t that post. I deleted it. Erased every word of it.

For some reason, while I was driving home from work, it came to me that I somehow had it wrong. That the words I had used to express my thoughts weren’t the ones that I was supposed to share with you. So, with that in mind, I’m writing this.

Two days from now, on Friday, I’ll be twenty-two. It doesn’t seem like I’ve been on this planet for that long; but, apparently, I have been. I’ve lived in several different states. I’ve made friends. I’ve lost friends. I’ve had plans and I’ve broken plans. I’ve loved and I’ve been in love. I’ve broken hearts and I’ve had my heart broken.

Some days I feel as if my life is one big mishmash of emotions. I tend to not think about my feelings. For the most part, I’ve found that my feelings do an excellent job of complicating my life. But, I have a feeling that maybe feelings aren’t the worst thing in the world.

Between my sophomore and junior year of college, I interned at a church plant in West Palm Beach. During that time, the pastor that I was interning under made a statement, “Feelings are a great companion; but, they are a terrible guide.” Honestly, at the time, I didn’t dwell too much on that idea at the time. Almost two years later, I’ve had a little bit of time to dwell on it a little more.

To an extent, I think my friend, Chip, who said that was right. Feelings can get us into quite a mess when that’s the compass that a life is lived by. However, feelings have to come from somewhere, and that somewhere, I think, is from God.

God feels.

That’s a fact. You can look all through the Bible and find different examples of that simple fact. He loves. He gets angry. He weeps. He understands. He has joy. He thinks. He plans. All of those aspects of him require some feeling.

For Him to love, He has to have been in love.

For Him to be angry and weep, He has to have been hurt.

For Him to understand, He has to have been in our shoes.

For Him to have joy, He has to have been happy.

For Him to think, He has to have a mind.

For Him to plan, He must have a purpose.

Now, let me drop a bomb on you… For Him to rescue, He must have lost something.

You see, God feels. I can’t deny that fact. For a large part of my life, I thought that God was one angry old dude that chilled up in the sky. Throwing lightning bolts around and just getting really pissed off at my piss poor way of living. I couldn’t have been further from the truth.

God’s actions are motivated by feelings. I would submit to you, that the primary feeling of all of His feelings is love. He loved the world enough to send His son to die for all of us. Yes. I just dropped John 3:16 on you; but, that’s not the point. The point is that He loved. He loved you. He loved me. That’s a feeling. That’s something that’s not dictated by logic. That’s not something that’s just planned out.

He must have agonized over that choice. Honestly, if I had a child, I don’t know if I could send my son to die for a person that betrayed me. I would be too angry, too mad, and too pissed off to do that. But, that’s not God. That’s not how God feels.

The whole story of the Bible, which is the story of us, is one of hope, grace, and mercy.  Those are what God’s feeling of love, towards you and me, provide.

So, what’s the point? The point is, it’s okay to feel. It’s okay to act out of feeling. That doesn’t make all of our actions okay.  In fact, some actions that come from feelings can be the most devastating actions that we will ever make. But, God understands. He might not like it; but, He’ll be there with arms open wide to accept you, to love you.

So, for those of you that don’t like to feel, here’s your permission. Feel.

Feel the love of a God that cares. A God that understands. A God  that saves.

He wants you to feel. He wants you to be blessed. He wants you to be a blessing.

Honestly, the only way for you to love and be loved in the way that God desires is for you to open up your heart to the emotions and feelings that God created you to feel. Don’t shut your heart off from the one thing that makes you human.

Don’t make the mistake that I did. Because, honestly, I think feeling is the purpose of life. 

#tct – Truth-Crush Tuesday

There seems to be a new trend on Twitter and Instagram. Every Monday and Wednesday I’m confronted with #MCM and #WCW. For all of you that aren’t in the know, those acronyms stand for Man Crush Monday and Woman Crush Wednesday. The basic premise of both of these hashtags is that one posts a picture of either their man-crush or woman-crush for the whole world to see and then you tag it with the proper hashtag (along with an abundance of other witty and creative hashtags that may or may not make you gag).

Now, I don’t have a problem at all with having a crush, or two, or three. Heaven knows that back in the day, Zenon (Disney Chanel reference) made my little middle school heart go pitter-patter. But, I do have a problem with creating an atmosphere or culture that glorifies false expectations.

So, here’s a little #tct (truth-crush Tuesday) for you.

1: The picture that you’re posting on Instagram doesn’t represent the person that you want to marry.

For some reason, a lot of people tend to make statements such as, “Here’s my future husband/wife… #mcm/wcw.” Now, I’m all for having high expectations when it comes to picking out qualities and characteristics of someone that you want to spend the rest of your life with. However, this doesn’t give you license to idolize the physical attributes of a celebrity.

Let’s be honest for just a minute, please. 99.999% of you don’t actually know your #mcm or #wcw. You’ve never met them. You have no idea what their personality is like. There’s no way for you to see how they treat their family. You don’t know if they are the most tenderhearted person on the planet or if they are a grenade that’s about to explode.

Even worse, a lot of the time, your crush is just a fictional character that someone else has created. The thing that we all tend to forget is that fiction is just that, fiction. There’s no truth to it. The character that you’re so in love with that you want to marry doesn’t reflect the flaws, depth, and beauty of the true human condition. Instead, all you see, all your crushing on, is a reflection of the perfection that someone else (and you) desires.

You can’t have the good without the bad. There’s a reason your crush is just a crush. A real person, a real love, will hopefully have all of the characteristics that God has put within you to desire; but, a real person, a real love, will also have characteristics that will challenge you and require you to do more than post on Instagram or Twitter to confess your love for them… You’ll have to ask God to give you the grace and the ability to continue loving them.

2: You’ll never find the ‘good guy’ or the ‘good girl’ until you get set in reality.

I don’t know what your life story is or who you are… However, I do know that you aren’t perfect. You have flaws, just like me. Every now and then you spend too much when you go shopping, you get a little angry because someone took your seat in class, your skin doesn’t cooperate, or you’re just plain tired.

Those parts of life, that’s what reality boils down to. It doesn’t boil down to the photo shopped pictures that we can find on the internet or the perfect words that we read in books that’ve been edited over and over again. Reality isn’t your social media profile, the filters that you put on a picture posted to Instagram, or the scenes from a movie that you wish was your life.

The world, and my generation specifically, has gotten so stuck in the fantasy land of technology that we forget to open our eyes and see what’s actually around us.

 Girls, you’ll never see the perfect guy for you if you’re so focused on The Bachelor every Monday night that you can’t take time to go and get a cup of coffee with the guy that worked up the courage to ask you out. He might not have chiseled abs or a cool accent; but, at least he’s there for you and you’ll be able to count on him, if you give him a chance. Guys, you’ll never see the perfect girl for you if your so addicted to porn that you can’t get past a girls chest, hip, or butt size… Here’s your newsflash: Beauty isn’t found in how someone looks. Personality, that’s what’s going to get you through the next 60 years of your life with someone. Maybe, just maybe, I’m wrong; but, I don’t think those old cute couples will disagree with me on this point.

3: You’re good enough the way that you are.

This point goes out to the people that constantly have to see the crushes that are getting put out there for the whole wide world to see. I want you to know that you’re good enough. There’s someone out there for you.

Don’t give up on being you. You’ve been created, handmade, to be the person that you are. Your personality, body, mind, heart, soul… They’ve all been uniquely made by a God that wanted you to be just the way that you are. You don’t have to be somebody else in order to find love. You don’t have to change who you are to be accepted by the world. You don’t have to beat yourself up because you don’t have a cool accent or the physique of a model.

You’re good enough. Never give up on you. There might be days where you’re the only one that’s cheering for you; but, eventually, you’ll get to where you’re supposed to be and you’ll be with who you were meant to be with.

There’s a plan. There’s a purpose. There’s a you.

And that’s the truth.

We Were Made For New

I’m following this trend that I’m seeing, this trend of writing a blog post to welcome in the New Year.

So, here it is: Welcome to the planet, 2014. I hope it’ll be a good one.

Now, I’m glad that’s out of the way. I’ve actually got something to share with you. 

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything or posted anything on here. Honestly, I just haven’t felt like sharing the details of my existence with anyone. Sometimes, I think that’s best. We live in a world that’s so interconnected and accessible that we need times to shrink back and just be who we are. I’ve not been hanging out with friends as much, posting 140 characters on Twitter, or crafting witty Facebook statuses. That’s okay. I’m okay with that. But, here’s a thought for you, just one thought:

We were made for new.

That’s the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. We were made for new. We are meant to be new.

When I think of things that are new, I think of something that’s without blemish. Something that’s not broken. Something that’s not scratched. Something that’s not worn. Something that’s clean. Something that’s flawless.Something that’s perfect. And, my friend, that is what we were meant to be.

I wonder why when a new year rolls around we are always making resolutions. All of us, well, most of us, welcome the coming 12 months by desiring to make changes, changes that are intended to bring us back to the state that we all wish to be in: perfection.

There’s an innate desire in people to be perfect. No one wants to have to admit their failures, flaws, or heartbreaks. Everyone on this lovely planet has regrets that must be lived with. Each person has moments in their past that they would like to go back and change. In the deepest dark of the darkest night, we all want to go back to the perfection that we once saw ourselves as; or at the very least, go back to the perfection that we once envisioned that our life could have been.

But, in our own power, we are utterly incapable of doing that. We are stuck in the here. This moment, this is all that you have. The past has slipped through your fingers. The future is out of your grasp – it’s close, but it is yet so far away. So, where does that leave you?

If you’re honest, it leaves you dependent. See, we’re dependent on some other power to change us. On my own, I am who I am. The past will be found in the present and the future will repeat it self. Maybe not in the exact same way. Details, faces, and places will all change. But, the plot line will remain the same. I have no power, you have no power, to write a different story for this next year. The words are already down on the page and they’ve been written in an ink that you can’t erase.

So, I implore you, find it within yourself to admit that you need help to make this year different. Admit it within yourself that you need help to make yourself different. 

Truly, truly, I say to you, unless someone is born again he cannot see the kingdom of God – John 3:3