A Million Little Breakthroughs

I keep waiting for that breakthrough moment. Like the cinematic magic of Will Hunting’s emotional realization that its not his fault in Good Will Hunting, the moment in every rom com when the guy/girl realizes they can’t live without love as they chase it down in a fantasy filled music montage scene, or the pinnacle of sports movies when the underdog finally defeats their grossly outranked opponent in the championship game.

Don’t get me wrong, I live in complete confidence of my sealed salvation, but my flesh keeps winning.

I feel like a slab of stone being chiseled moment by moment just waiting for the final strike to reveal the completed me. But life doesn’t work that way. One day I will live in a perfect body, unblemished by my sin. Until then Jesus is constantly chiseling away at me.

The only breakthrough that matters already happened on the cross.

I love the song lyric, “walking around these walls, I thought by now they’d fall.” God knows the exact number of times it will take for us to faithfully walk around our walls of Jericho to reach victory over that giant.

Victory is choosing grace filled faith over failure moment to moment. It’s looking at our blessings not our battles. It’s remembering that we are always going to be under construction. It’s million little breakthroughs.