My life is often lost in pretenses. I often forget what is true… what is real.
I lose myself in the things that will not last. I waste time so that only echoes of what is real exist in my daily life.
What a far cry from the life I should be living. Giggles of siblings, words from parents, heart of a young man, passionate love of my Savior; that is real.
I am so prone to wander from what is real. I live in my own world of selfishness, as if I’m the only one who matters. As if the world was created to glorify me. Oh, the fantasies I am swept into… I sweep myself into.
Real. So often ignored. WHO is real, so often forgotten.
Realizing the real is my challenge. Realizing what matters and what will be destroyed eventually. What will last and what will melt into nothingness.
Lord, YOU are real. You are the most real. Please, make me like YOU.