Easy Is As Easy Does

Anyone who is anyone is aware of the treachery of life. How, the moment one is comfortable with the way things are happening and flowing, the rug will be snatched from underneath. Life has a funny way of waiting until everything is all roses in one's life before it drowns those same roses in a monstrous storm. It will be your best friend one moment, then your worst enemy the next. It breathes anarchy and operates with unrest. The only one who can cheat at this game is life itself, changing the maze and leaving you helpless once again.

I have a lot of knives in my back that life has thrown my way. Scars from past matches that I did not win. But I don't pity myself. I am still living, still taking air into my lungs and pushing it back out; blood still circulates through these veins. Pity is for the dead. Even sympathy I cannot stand, as it shares genes with pity. Such a thin line bridges the two and too often, pity is given where sympathy belongs. Pity breeds regret and I will have none of that, thanks. It's good to learn, good to understand where reason failed me. But I am not sorry. Those who are sorry never move forward, because they are too busy glancing back. One day they will trip over their own feet and off a cliff--that is not the death I wish to die.

Perfection is one illustrious goal that ever escapes me, as it always has anyone born to this race. That does not make me any less willing to pursue it. My dreams pose a similar threat. Whenever they come to mind, a sinister whisper follows soon after, telling me they are out of reach and are impossible. But when your dreams come from the One who made you completely capable and able to accomplish them, there is no question. Many of mine have come to pass and I am sure more will. Don't ever doubt your dreams because you think you're a mess or can't see why God would ever use you.

If God can use a mess like me, there's no reason why He wouldn't want you. I was an overweight, suicidal cutter who became a near-anorexic cutter. I stole from my parents, played the church game. I did many other things to myself and others that were neither Christian nor right. But God redeems, God restores, God forgives. The fact that I am still alive today, with a degree, a wonderful marriage going on three and half months, with the soulmate I've been with for two years, and a home waiting for us in March testifies to how good my God is.


He never gives up on you. And He's given you the power to beat life at it's own game.