Rinse and Repeat, by Jerika Perthuis

The difference between taking a chance or sitting on your hands is quite relative, but within that vacuum of relativity, a truth lies waiting. Whether or not a chance is taken or a move is rejected, the mindset of pushing forward is the bigger winner. Grind and grit are marvelous choices, indeed, brave characteristics, but as all truths fall and reside on a spectrum, so does a capacity to choose.

Finding oneself between the nooks and crannies of this universe, and all beyond, begins, not in the wind, not in one's incessant ability to bark towards audiences not listening, but where being has always resided.

He always has been and always will be, and we as a creation, are without an excuse. Yet, we are set with the yoke of light and peace. As the sun shines on our faces, so has His word. And as our hearts have made moves, left, right, or center, He has searched us all. Let Him not find a brain that knows scripture, and a heart far from those words.

Let us ask to be used.

Let us credit glory to Him.

He is everything, and is in everything, and as hard as we try, we do not define anything close to the meaning of everything. Let us lament with a reach, begging for our hearts to be broken for the same things that break our Father's heart. Repeatedly saying You are, Jesus. Starting over in a position of I am, Jesus, only because of you.

And then we rinse off all of our shortcomings, all of our failures, and begin anew, repositioning, again, closer to Him.

For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made. So they are without excuse.

Romans 1:20 ESV

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