These thoughts came to me one day when I was sitting in the car waiting for my wife. It was a rare time for me to sit, be still and reflect. This is what I came up with:
The older I get, the more I realise how much I don’t know about the Christian life. I feel like I’m still searching. I don’t think I’ll ever feel like I’ve found the answer. But I believe in a God who, when I give myself to him, slowly conforms me into his image, transforms me into his likeness.
I’m quite content with being like this. A former pastor of mine called it a holy dissatisfaction with life. It’s like when we spend our whole lives scrambling to the top of the mountain only to find there’s nothing there anyway.
Life is not about the destination. It is about the journey. The journey matters more than arriving at the destination.