The Gift

Change is a gift given freely. What could I possibly change? Who could I influence to induce a change within our system, within my mind, with every flaw counted toward mankind? Can I bring hope to the damned? Bring the lost into counseling? Free the slaved that cry across continents? Release life through liberty? The answer is clean: No. It is inevitable that we are-at first blind to see the need to change, to be free of the chains: from bad habits to addiction any of these that may cause friction with our community. It is a battle become a war, impossible to settle the score, to repay blessing for curse. Redemption seems to fade as a dream and life cracks, falls apart at the seams. We reach an impasse via futile decisions; some would say a revelation, a vision. We see that we cannot simply "change". This is the impasse, that- to some- would derange the sanest of mind, inclusive of all kinds (does not discriminate against any a race). We are forced to see ourselves in a mirror, see ourselves as we truly are, face to face. And, as a Christian, I've realized that I'm inclined not to change, but to make up my mind. To open my heart (not just metaphorically, but physically, mentally and spiritually) so that when I see my self in the mirror, I will see my flaws even clearer. However, when I now see my face, I will see over me this unrelenting grace: The Hope. The Counselor. The Savior. The Redeemer. I've not the power to change me. The only gift I have is to hope, and to believe. As I follow through love, each step is less of me. The change is a gift of life abundantly.