Is it in the number of sips I take from a coffee cup or mug because it's been another "one of those days"? Is it in the number of moments I choose to get up and drive in my car even when I don't feel like it? Is it in the countless mornings of tired eyes and waking up early day after day? Is it in the choosing to show up in the same exact place over and over again even when my heart yearns for a different kind of consistency? Honestly, what does it look like to be steadfast?
You know, I don't really know what it means to remain consistent and steadfast - which is probably why I'm asking. My immediate tendency when I've made a big mistake or said the wrong thing is to run away or change the subject.
The only sure thing I know these days is that I don't. Lately, I can't place words into coherent thoughts that make sense. I feel like the lost little sheep. But the one hope I carry with me is that eventually Jesus always finds his lost sheep and carries it home. I might feel lost in all this consistency, but I'm confident that it will be in this choosing to stay that God is going to renew a steadfast spirit within me and restore me to His joy. I might be fighting for it every day for a long time, but eventually it is going to come again, and the day it does is going to be a beautiful day, indeed.
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