When I Forget…
When I forget that I am a soldier…
- I weary over hardship, forgetting that the call to the cause is more important than my comfort.
- I grow complacent, forgetting that I fight an enemy that never rests.
- I am surprised at wounds, forgetting that combat is never safe and never easy.
- I look with condescension upon those who fall, forgetting that no soldier is invincible to the enemy when he lets his guard down.
When I forget that I am an athlete…
- I tire of hour upon hour of training, forgetting that ease and improvement are contrary to each other.
- I lose sight of the prize, forgetting that the treasure of Christ is abundantly worth running hard after.
When I forget that I am a pilgrim…
- I let my gaze wander from the path to the fair things around me, forgetting that all they can do is weigh me down.
- I sigh in discontent when fellow travelers are few, forgetting that narrow is the gate and narrow is the way.
When I forget that I am a farmer…
- I chafe over the lack of immediate results in ministry, forgetting that seeds take time to sprout and grow.
- I sow sparingly, forgetting that the bounty of harvest depends upon diligence in sowing.
- I curse the rain and the heat, forgetting that what causes my discomfort is necessary for the strength of the crop.