Do you have moments when you finally thought you had things figured out, only to realize that you are still the same indecisive moron that you were a few days ago?

Might these be cyclic reminders of our pending perfection and constant dependence on God?

Reckless Abandon

If you had one and only one purpose in life, what would be your response? Would you take that purpose in stride and joy or live your whole life running away from it? How would your life look like if you pursued that purpose with reckless abandon?