"Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion?
Come to me. Get away with me and you'll recover your life.
I'll show you how to take a real rest.
Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it.
Learn the unforced rhythms of grace.
I won't lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you.
Keep company with me and you'll learn to live freely and lightly."

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reading this chapter today was slightly more difficult,
it seems as though Proverbs is keen to repeat itself, and i hear the same images, the same phrases, the same lessons over and over again.

what did stand out for me however, was v. 33, the last verse in the chapter, and it says,

"The fear of the Lord teaches a man wisdom, and humility comes before honor."

I don't profess to be very wise.
When I cast my eye backward and forward, I often see confusion more than anything else.
Pride built of thinking I know where I am going, when the truth is, I am making it up as I go along.

There is a deep desire burning in me to be wise, to be somebody, to have fought battles, to have lived and tried and failed and tried and eventually done something.
But that is a deep desire still in the making.
I am still trying.

That is the hard part.

For some reason, the nostalgic look-back at the past is a romanticized notion in my head, a position I want to have achieved already when the truth is, I need to create that past first, for it is my future.

How do I make sure every step I take is guided by fear of the Lord?
How do I gain wisdom?

And humility, in the face of Christ, is something I still have to remember over and over again, have to pick up over and over again.
Honor.

I thirst for glory.

Father, what do you have in store? And how can the space between my shoulders take it all?
I am ashamed to even stretch out my arms, for the wing span of Christ is always shielding my hands, aren't they.