What’s the good in trying? Why do things different, hoping that they will turn out better, when time keeps proving us wrong? Why try to avoid heartache, disillusionment, error, or pain, when in the end we always come back to it? What is the purpose in it all?
I’ve been asking myself that question for weeks now…no, years, if I’m honest.
We try to follow a better way, a safer way, or a more moral way. Yet, it just doesn’t seem to pay off. So why do it?
We dress modestly, not because we just LOVE the modest styles, or being not as attractive as other girls…no. We do it out of love, out of a commitment to love the men around us, by not drawing them in by our bodies. Because we are told that loving others, that sacrificing, is much more desirable to a godly man than a hot looking dress. Yet…that doesn’t seem to pay off. We stand along the wall, in our cute, but modestly covering, dresses, while all the guys dance by with the ‘hot girls’.
We don’t date in the traditional manner, because we believe that waiting is not just respecting ourselves, but also the man we will someday end up with. Because having someone for a night is not as profitable as fitting ourselves to be a lifetime companion. Because with each new boyfriend, you’re giving away a piece of your heart that you’ll never get back again. Yet, again, so many of us have ‘not dated’ ourselves into oblivion, while those other girls have kids that they give to someone else to bring up each day, while they pursue their ‘real lives’.
We follow a more humble path, because we believe what the scriptures say about leading a quiet life being more profitable…we give up dreams of being in the spotlight, fame and fortune in our grasp, to serve others with our lives instead. And yet once more, we became a fixture in the background, with nothing to show for ourselves but bruised and soiled hands.
I suppose it’s the hope. The hope that our children will have better. The hope that one day, those choices we make might change the world, if only just a little bit. The hope, the belief, that Christ would have us strive to do so, whether it seems to pay off, or not.
I don’t have answers. I just know that even though our choices seem to land us into the very heartache that we wish to avoid in the first place, it’s better to have tried than to have settled. Because, if you have the will to try in the first place, then you will be able to pick yourself back up, dust off your pants, and keep moving on. Because someday, down the road, it will all pay off.
And you’ll be proud of the choices you made, because you made them based on your values, and on your faith in Christ. It’s not just because of the outcome that we do things. It’s because of our faith. And that’s all that really matters.