In life, sometimes we make the wrong (maybe not entirely wrong, just the one that’s “less right”) choices and end up with a less than satisfactory result/outcome than the one we originally hoped for.
The period of regret and “emoing” that comes after is almost a given. The problem with some people is that it loops in a vicious cycle. We say things like “Oh I’ll try harder next time” or “I’ll promise to change” or “This is the last time I’ll XXX”. But we never change.
The general idea of meritocracy where hard work in = good results out (although not always necessarily true), is almost universally understood, yet somehow this simple rule/guideline seems to go mostly ignored or at the most adhered to for a short period of time before somehow vanishing somewhere in our heads.
Luck can only take you so far.
“There is no elevator to success. You have to take the stairs.”
Don’t get me wrong, this is not a lecture of sorts, just an observation.
And I’m thankful to God for His mercies and grace for the results that I’ve obtained so far. Because without Him, I would have never have achieved these things and yet he provides ever so freely and willingly even though I’m undeserving of His grace. In my weaknesses and foolishness, God makes His glory known. I have to constantly remind myself that these achievements and successes are not of my own power or wisdom but of His, less arrogance and pride starts to breed in my heart.
This week will be a tough week even as my ISAT results are being released. The struggles within my heart are of a million different conflicts, each thought colliding head on with one another. The “what-ifs” and the “should-Is”. Should I already be expecting good results? Should I be thankful no matter what the result? Should I be preparing for the worst and thinking of all the negative outcomes?
The only thing I’ve come to know and know is that His ways are infinitely higher than mine and that I can find comfort in his mercies and providence, always.
“Be Still, and Know that I Am God.” – Psalm 46:10