Dusting off Disciplines

Feel as though I’m eternally beginning anew. Turning circles, dusting off one corner of my disciplines whilst another falls into disrepair. It isn’t the cataclysm I thought it once was. There is a rhythm and purpose to seasons and set lists. The humility will be ultimately critical to any and all good I may do with it all. Tending towards Calvary, inching perhaps, but seeing that yes, ultimately, I’m moving towards the summit, somehow, silently, patiently, when I’ve the eyes to see it. Will it be an ultimate death to self, in which ‘I no longer live but Christ lives in me,’ or will it be to prostrate myself at the foot of the cross and admit every failure in the endeavour? In truth, we must pass through one to get to the other, do we not?