Better man?

Was I a better man yesterday than I am today? A question I keep throwing at myself… For sometimes I look back to behold pleasant memories and glories of my past and I wonder how I manage to sink into this present state of deplorable melancholy. I start to question if it was really I who garnered these trophies, and if so, what magic words did I use? Why can’t the joys of victory be consistent on a continuum? The answers that come help me see that by myself I really am nothing. On my own, I am helpless, vulnerable, a wretch at best. And the truth remains that though the trophies may be right here staring me in the face with my names neatly carved in them, I realize how easy it is to become victims of our success, and how we may sometimes gloat in the glories of our accomplishments-- slowly taking up superhuman status, setting the stage for a deep plummet.

And so often I forget that I am only human, prone to fall, quick to falter. But what better way to draw up strength than to remind myself again and again that I have become all that I am--garnered all the trophies and won all the glories--through the grace of God. Even yet, I still am becoming. And only through His grace can I attain and live my maximum abilities.

Some say that the parameters for measuring personal growth are often best observed when we are put out in the busy battle field to be tested and tried. But even though there will be days of triumph and disappointment, I must always remember I’ve got someone on my side to help me stand back up if I fall. And together as a team we can win again, just like we have done before.

This life may be a roller coaster, but regardless of the number of times, a better man it is who stands back on his feet after he falls… And this is why I’ll always strive to be a better man again today than I was yesterday...