Sifting

Brothers and Sisters who are loved by God,

I used to move toward anyone who moved toward me.  Now I only move toward the people MEANT for me. Thay is to say, I have found that not everyone who asks for help, really wants to recover. I have survived emptiness disguised as love and I have tipped the scales in the delicate balance of friend and enemy.  Not everyone will remain with me.

I used to move toward every opportunity.  Now I look for the fruit it bears.  I ask myself if it will deplete or enrich.  Can I give the best of me as a whole or does everyone get pieces of mediocrity at my best? Am I working hard or trying to break down doors that...just...won't...open? Not all activity leads to accomplishment.

I used to think every god, philosophy and spiritual pursuit was good for me. It just created noise and confusion. Trying to dip my toe in every pond meant I never had to  be submerged in personal truth, accountability or standard.  I was so lost, until I allowed myself to be found by God. His son Jesus Christ is my companion and His Spirit is alive in me. 

As we get older, more sifting occurs. At the end of our days, I hope that what's left is exactly what we were created to be.