I'm trippin'. That's right, I'm trippin'. Everytime that I run recklessly towards Christ, I end up falling flat on my face. I trip over the littlest things. It gets really frustrating not being able to follow Him like I want to. But maybe that's just it: I want to follow him MY way.

Apparently, when I try to do things my way, I fail. Or maybe it's not failure, just not success. I've never really prayed and asked God to show me how I'm supposed to follow him. I don't think we're all supposed to follow Christ in the exact same way anyway. It's shallow. It's dry. It's completely empty when we conform to one another. Perhaps Christians aren't supposed to conform the world to their patterns or the world's to theirs. And in the same way, as Christians, we're not to conform to one another. Maybe we're made to love each other as unfinished living people. To encourage each other as ones being sanctified in Christ.

There's more to that, but I'll put a sock in it.