Without an oncoming wave. In the middle of the calm. In an open field with no breeze.
Without a wall to climb. A hill to take. Or a gate to storm.
Without a battle to fight. An onslaught to defend. A war to wage.
Without the need for tenacity. Bite. And digging in my heels.
Without a sprint. A hurdle. Or one more lap to swim.
Without naysayers. Without doubters.
Without chaos. Without a bit of confusion.
Without “but it’s too hard.” Without “but we’ve never done it like that.” Without “there’s no way.”
I rely on myself. I trust in me. I make much of Ben.
I move too quickly. I wait too long. I shuffle my feet.
I lax in prayer. I lax in study. I drop in growth.
I grow weary. Get bored. Meddle where I shouldn’t.
I doubt. Blame others. I shift responsibility.
I grow frustrated. Apathetic. Listless.
I am fidgety. Nervous. I can’t sink in my toes.
I scratch. Scrape. But my heart grows cold.
Give me a challenge and I thrive.
Give me “comfortable” and I waste away.
Am I the only one?