Routine…

I was comfortable in the routine. I knew how to maneuver after I was prepared for the journey. Now there is an addition to the journey. I was prepared for it because God already prepared me for it. Life started to feel different. The new addition added additional steps. Steps where my feet don’t have an imprint to fall into anymore. All I can do is once again find my feet. Get my balance, my mind right, and rest. Rest in His presence as my eyes sees the same step. But my vision sees a bigger imprint to fill. An imprint only fit for a King.

I was becoming use to good enough, but that was no longer enough. Something in me was craving for more, but I didn’t know what I wanted. All I knew was that I needed something and need to find what It was. My daily routine is never boring or dull as I have fallen in love with it. I get a nice night of rest and wake up ready to go after some yawns and a BIG stretch. My daily eating has never been better, and I am having way more amazing interactions and conversations. Life is great but still that craving for more was just tugging at me. There were days I would end on a high note only to find myself alone in front of my computer searching in my brain for the words. I couldn’t find the words to speak life into this empty void within me. My mouth was left with nothing to chew on to satisfy my hunger and thirst. It’s growing…

Days went by as I dragged my feet across the sand dying of thirst while everyone was relaxing at the Oasis. Was everyone else blind to my death? Maybe I was the one blind to my own death? Maybe I was starving myself of the One thing I needed, Me. I was waiting for me to wake up and take the next step along the journey. Me was trying to get my attention by starving it of pleasure to refocus my thoughts. I was becoming too comfortable in the daily routine, and something had to change.

I had one of two choices the same choices I have been faced with before, stay or step forward? I am not new to this interrogation, but I am new to this journey I am on. See, the old me loves to relax and doesn’t mind taking a little off the top. Why not enjoy my work and where I am at now and be thankful, right? Or I could think another way. Why not be thankful as I step forward, and be thankful throughout the additional step?

In the past I was someone that would push hard at the beginning and even go a little past the half mark. Just so everyone knows that I am not average, but my average was to only give just enough. That was no longer enough as it was time to push myself past My finish line and keep pushing forward. It’s ok to have stable footing in your daily routine, but don’t let it become your quicksand. I knew there was more in me than good enough. That second wind was what I needed to take that next step; I couldn’t do it alone.