Ambition struggles with restraints like a squealing pig strapped to the altar of reality. We’re just not that important in ways we want to be and extremely so in ways we never dreamed we’d be.
So we regularly have to slay our dreams of grandeur so we can live a life pleasing to our Creator.
Recently, a former neighbor reminded me of the time his pig got out and uprooted my father’s fence. Although now in his forties, he still had a sheepish look on his face as he shared. So the imagery of this pig’s destructive power was fresh in my mind when I wrote this post.
It’s difficult for me to detect when my ambition is productive and when it takes me off course because the course often changes. READ THE ENTIRE POST…