I feel like I�ve woken up from a long sleep. No watch, no calendar. I take little notice of time and the only things that remind me that a month has past are the reoccurring bills I have to pay. I squander my time sometimes and other times I feel like I�ve accomplished some things, but at the end of the day I usually feel like I�m back where I started. I gain ground, but my inconsistency keeps me at a stand still. Thoughts of loneliness and the occasional apathy sometimes cripple me, and the story of my life has grown rather dull.

I am a broken vessel and have trouble holding the contents that are poured into me. I am aware that I am weak. I know that I am small and insignificant. My sin is ever before me, and my love and devotion is often given to cheap and empty things that don�t satisfy. I also know this. My identity is sealed in Christ. I�ve become a Son of God and his love for me is unchanging. He is not angry with me when I sin. There is nothing I can do to change the fact that I�m his son. Oh, what wonderful grace. Its depths are infinite and cannot be exhausted.