I spent the first 43 years of my life burning up my days with my own understanding. Even when I read the gospel, prayed, and try to live it, there was still my own understanding guiding my thoughts. I had to come to a terrible end before I could relinquish my control.
Did it need to take that long? The answer is simple: he’s not finished with yet. Who have I become? Who will he yet cause me to be?
In light of this I have advice for every man and woman. Strike out. Pack what you think is necessary and follow after Jesus. My journey began somewhere. So must yours.