Let no false pretense bring you to open your ear to me. I am indeed a weak man, an insecure man. I tremble. I weep. I bow down low before God most every day and ask him for help because I know the kind of failure that awaits without his hand. I bounce my eyes, redirect my heart, and take captive my thoughts. I am easily disheartened and more easily enticed. I sometimes get distracted and sometimes feel distant from He who is close. But I also trust, I also wait, I also receive. Whatever God has decided to make of me in this life he will do for his glory. Here I sit as an ant hill among mountains yet with him they don’t stand a chance. What peace this brings because as much as I want to do this on my own, I simply cannot.