rut vs. grave

The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.

I find as I mature physically I appreciate consistency in ways I never did before. Not being surprised is very pleasant. However, as I ponder the above one-liner I am challenged to consider if my purpose is in fact to be comfortable. I am not talking physically here, but rather spiritually. Do I expect to see God’s moving daily as I expect the sun to rise? Do I assume God is in control and walk as led? Do I use spiritual muscles that I did not even know I had? Am I spiritually sore in the morning, but it’s “that good kind of sore”? Or am I where I was yesterday?

Lord, do not allow me to remain where I was… move me!