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Cost Counting

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Since Friday’s post, I have continued to listen to the song Waiting For My Time to Come by Colony House, and the following section of lyrics from the 2nd verse jumped out at me a couple of days ago:

Is this the end of this dream I lost? Or just an introduction to how much it may cost?

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Because you know what? It’s easy to say I’ll go where ever I need to go, do what ever I need to do in the pursuit of Christ, of a goal, of a dream (hoping all are intertwined and balanced) when the path is relatively smooth and clearly marked. When days are bright and sunny, it’s easy to see opportunities and possibilities galore, to see how if maybe not do it all, you can at least do the vast majority of all that needs to be done.

Then life happens. You know what I mean. Work schedules/loads change, whether inside or outside of the home (sometimes both!). Family/relational needs come more solidly to the forefront. Or you’re merely run down and your body basically gives you no choice but to rest. You may find yourself wondering where the days are going. Or you’re feeling frustrated (or guilty or both) for wasted time and missed opportunities.

But here’s the thing. You may find, like I am beginning to see, there are things – good things – that you keep coming back to, that never quit tapping at your soul, that you have a very strong inclination to declare, “I should not quit pursuing that.” And eventually it will get to the point that even when a few hundred curve balls seem to be coming your way all at once, you won’t even think of those things as being indicators that you are heading in the wrong direction.

You will instead find yourself thinking of what needs to go, either temporarily or permanently, in order for you to keep working on and at and for the things that matter. To put it a slightly different way, you’ll count the cost of going after your goal or dream or calling and decide it’s worth it.

In the process, you may even find yourself singing another bit from the same song mentioned above:

I’ll wait here when my light is low I can give a little time for this dream to grow, so I’ll wait here while my light is low.

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