For every look at self, take ten looks at Christ..." - Robert Murray M'Cheyne

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I don't think it's an accident when all my grand plans and intentions for a really super spiritual week collide with my sluggish, sinful heart.
It's not that I've been neglecting reading the Word, but I know I'm not where I long to be. I want to spend more unhurried time just being with the Lord - reading, praying, soaking deeply in Scripture. I grow impatient with my perceived slowness in spiritual growth, in becoming like my Lord.
So I roll up my sleeves in attempt to fix the situation. Get up earlier. Check. Pray more. Check. Spend more time in the Word. Check. Not done out of a legalistic, self-righteousness, but an honest desire to be nearer to Christ. (But in order to please and glorify Him, or feel better about myself? Even good motives are tainted with sin...)
The only thing is, my heart has been getting in the way these past few days.
I've been tired, easily irritated. Impatient. Often overly-introspective and despairing over lack of growth.
It feels like my extra effort hasn't moved me any closer to the goal...
But tonight I am remembering that Jesus offers grace for this - for days that don't go perfectly according to plan, for a heart that is slow to change. He reminds me to keep persevering, that I am in His hands. To look to Him, not overly much at myself.
I am resting in the promise that the One who began a good work in me will perfect in until the day of Christ Jesus when I'm finally a finished, complete work.















