I continue to be messy with my life. Nothing is irredeemable, but I easily settle (or grab for) a life far less than the one Christ offers me. I say that with a smile on my face, because He Himself is the way—He is the gate through which I pass, He is the vine from which I grow, He is my rest and my reward. While I can run from Him, I can't undo Him or screw Him up.
And He runs faster than I do. And I get tired long before He does.
Sometimes we believe what we want to; sometimes we believe what we have to. It takes courage, patience, and perhaps even a little foolhardiness to hold out until we believe what is true. Often, that will undo us—if so, then let us be undone in the hope of being true.