Seasons

Times change. I change more. I am not who I used to be but I am also not who I am going to be. That could be a good thing but it might not be. It all depends on who I used to be, or who I become. For every story of the overcomer who pulls himself out of the mud there is a story of a stable man sinking. I have no confidence in my flesh. I am not convinced of my own strength. Greatness doesn't happen by accident.