I was looking for something, and I stumble upon a container that was once my kids, from when they were younger. It was full of old clay and bits and pieces of treasure, both real and imagined. The clay I found is hard and un-pliable, totally useless. I smiled as I saw bits and pieces that once resembled something akin to shape and form. Although the clay was inflexible, at one time it was soft and supple. I closed the container, and push it back against the wall. I could not bring myself to throw it out.
I am that stubborn clay. I am often hard and resistant to change. I know what I was meant to be, and yet I am stubborn, clinging to that which I think is best. I see myself in the face of a child, that lack of maturity is my partial reflection. My resistance to be my best self. My resistance to give up, so as to get more.
I see myself in light of the Word, and I am not living up to my full design potential. There must be more than this.
I am on a mission to pursue joy. In fact, I believe that joy is possible, and it is within grasp. Sadly, it may elude me often, but this does not have to be my harsh reality. Writing this blog will be a journey, as are all pursuits, and that journey begins today. I invite you to come along for the ride.
I am inviting you to be part of my pursuit because by joining me, we can learn together. I will do my best to be transparent, showing you what my flaws are, as well as allowing you to rejoice with me in triumphs. Along the way, we can share together as we pursue joy. May it be the pursuit of a lifetime for all of us.