Yesterday I spent the morning across a coffee table from a heart wrenching story. A young man who’s past is marked with substance abuse, felony charges, and broken relationships. A lost decade. And the reality of beginning a journey he should already be well into is simply too much for him to carry.
The distance between where he currently is and where he knows he should be is so great, he’s completely unable to see the other side of the chasm. No vision means no hope means no ambition means no action.
Grace is free. God makes beauty from ashes. But there is no “Extreme Makeover Home Edition” waiting to magically re-build your life in seven short days (barring inclement weather) while you vacation in Disney World.
It’s a process. One you can’t do alone. One you don’t have to do alone.
It’s time to lay the first brick.