Beloved, now we are children of God, and it is not yet revealed what we will be. But we know that, when he is revealed, we will be like him; for we will see him just as he is. (1 John 3:2)
Every so often, I catch a glimpse of the great gulf that separates who I am from who I long to be, and I can hardly describe the feeling it inspires. More bitter than the appallment is the heartbreaking disappointment that strikes as I admit that I miss my own mark by miles. There is nowhere to run; I am trapped within myself. There is nowhere to hide: experience lays bare all it touches.
I content with what God has given me. I have more and better than I have dreamed, and I can truly say that his gifts are good, as he is Good. But I look with deep longing for the day when I will become more than I am; when I will be free and beautiful as the Lord Jesus. I am so very tired of my weak, shallow, sickly soul.
With what relief I remember that I am not only hidden in Jesus Christ, but that I will be changed by him - set free to be what he already is. I wait for the day...
