Colin Hay and I

I am waiting for my real life to begin. I totally get it, Colin Hay. I do. 

I feel like I'm always waiting for my real life to begin. Meanwhile, I allow my real life to pass me by.  

I want so many things from life, so much so that I forget what kind of life this is. In the process of sanctification, we live. In a broken and deprave world, we dwell. Surviving for the promise, we are. 

I expect too many things from this life. I store up treasures here. Retail therapy and profile pictures can only fulfill you so much. Even the purest of what this life has to offer, family, romance, soul mates, ministry, is still quite in need of repair.  

In this foolishness, I lose my need for a savior. I forget what lies ahead and turn, only to be turned into a pillar of salt. 

For freedom, I have been set free from this yoke of slavery. 

However, incessantly I bind myself again. 

In the latter days...

It shall come to pass in the latter days that the mountain of the house of the Lord shall be established as the highest of the mountains, and shall be lifted up above the hills; and all the nations shall flow to it, and many people shall come, and say
"Come, let us go up to the mountains of the Lord...
that he may teach us his ways and that we may walk in his paths."
...and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war anymore.
O house of Jacob, come, let us walk in the light of the Lord.
Isaiah 2:1-5 (bits and pieces)

One day.