Space for Rent

I love the thought that God remains.
Nothing I do; all the trials I face... the struggles, the complications; my failings and shortcomings, my internal struggles and sorrows... all the pride I accumulate; my tendency to run from him, to depend on my own incomplete self, to strive; none of this changes the way he is, the way he sees me, and the fact that he holds everything in his hands - that he doesn't change no matter how much I or my circumstances do.

The God that struggled with Jacob, that spoke to Abraham and made a promise to Isaac; the God that raised up Joseph in Egypt, is the same God that walks in relationship with Me today.

And there is a need... a constant need that brings me back to this one thing:
I need him.

No matter how successful I become, no matter how many accomplishments and accolades I am able to boast of; no matter how much respect, admiration and support I may receive from others, I cannot sustain and satisfy myself. And neither can any other one person. Weaknesses remain, and a part of me is constantly longing for something no human can offer. I can try to disguise it, cover it over with temporary things, and run after my own desires, but eventually, they find an end, and I am left with nothing but pride and selfish rebellion to fill the space.
And it's then that its existence - every single time - brings me back to that one thing.
God remains. He doesn't change, and I need him. I need him.

And the most humbling thing is this. God, despite me, is still willing to use me. His purpose he still fulfills, and his promise still stands, despite how much I fight and run and fail and rent out the space that he longs to fill to other parties.
He never fails.

So don't rent out the God-shaped space!!