I’ve had the opportunity to observe myself for oh, a while know. And the more I do, the more I’m perplexed by my myriad contradictory traits.
I insist that I’ll be open with those who ask, and then when people ask for detail I am anything but forthcoming. I’m overwhelmed one minute by a longing for adventure and the next by a desperate desire for security. One day I’m good at being around people and the next I feel like a neanderthal incapable of normal speech or social interaction. (Though I blame that on being home schooled.)
What’s worse, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to iron myself out to the point of making perfect sense. If the last 20 years can provide any indication, I won’t make any more sense after the next 20.
Here’s the point. Only when I began to be aware of my core-deep imperfection could I begin to realize the significance of the fact that God never changes.
“I am the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow.” Huh. Maybe that’s why He’s God and I’m not.