Growing Older.

Some people get old, others grow old. You may ask, what is the difference? I'll tell you. Getting old is inevitable. Growing old denotes you starting from an infantile stage and gradually maturing or growing. What I've notice is that growing older generally occurs after some colossal life mistake. You make the mistake, then look back like... wow, that was stupid. But afterwards, your like... I grew from that. We learn from our failures. If this does not sound like you, then perhaps you are just getting older. Like most things in life, this conundrum is a double edge sword.

Take me for example, when I am living the "straight and narrow life", I often feel like I am simply getting older (maybe, I am not doing it right). But, when I venture into the realm of mistakes, I become incredibly introspective, I want to change. I become determined not to make the same mistakes. Is this the evolution of our inherit sinful nature?

I guess I should explain the nature of this blog. Clearly, I am a Christian. Honestly, that's all I can say. I will never boast about being perfect. The older I become, the "less perfect" I become. I don't want to sound cynical. I am fervently committed to my faith. I am NOTHING without it. When I say less perfect, I think I mean tangibly irritated by the fact that I can not be perfect no matter how great the desire, and with each attempt and subsequent failure, I have resigned myself to the realization that if I am not getting less perfect, I am at the very most, not getting any more perfect.

As I read this while I write this I can imagine you wondering,,,What does she mean by perfect? And that is a good question! I mean abstinent, not gluttonous, not striving for worldly riches, slow to anger (even in traffic), a consistent tither, generous, and well-versed in the Bible to name a few. All of these things and more prove to be considerably difficult tasks in my life.

I can hear you asking, well... what kind of Christian are you? Another good question! I am the kind that believes Jesus died for our sins. The kind that has called on the name of Jesus and have been saved and redeemed. I am the kind of Christian that get knocks down 99 times and by the blood of Jesus stands up on the 100th time. I am the kind of Christian who goes to church, tithes sometimes and recommits to tithing at other times, I am the kind of Christian that is compelled to give to the homeless, and the kind that genuinely seeks to improve every aspect of my life by following the teachings of Jesus Christ.

Now I hear you asking, why are you writing this blog? You know what's coming next :) YET ANOTHER GOOD QUESTION! The answer to that is simple. The Holy Spirit compelled me. If that means nothing to you, stay tuned.

I'll leave you with this, Proverbs 24:16: For a just man falls seven times, and rises up again: but the wicked shall fall into mischief.

We all fall, but what separates us is that we know the name to call on when we are ready to get back up.