Why isn’t my life perfect? Why don’t things turn out the way I want them to? Why, when I hear the simple truth of the word of God, can’t I do the thing it is asking me to do? Why isn’t my life easier? Why isn’t it easier to please God? Why is it so hard to change? Why do I keep falling in the same ruts? Why can’t I draw on the Holy Spirit when I need Him most? Why am I so comfortable with mediocrity? Why is it sometimes so hard to do what God is asking me to do?
Why, with the night sky above me and the waves crashing below, in the most idyllic place on the planet — a place synonymous with paradise — am I so full of why’s? Why isn’t this just a perfect moment? Why is this so not paradise?
Can I answer any of these questions? If I could, I wouldn’t ask them. So why am I inviting you in to view this incredible display of personal incompetence? Because I’m banking on the fact that you have asked these questions of yourself a few times, if not, many times, and knowing someone else feels this way and still believes, and still hopes, might give you courage to go on believing … and keep hoping.
Now before you charge me with Alzheimer’s, I’m sure that’s not it. I’ve got all my faculties and all my faith. Maybe it’s just this perfect place that brings out all these imperfections. Do perfect people and perfect places do that to you, too?