Complacency is one possible trip-up. Another is the subconscious tendency to just float in a lethargic state along with the swirling current to the point where one comes dangerously close to being becoming completely lost. Then there are the cravings which entertain my attention to a disproportionate degree.
A part of me, perhaps the Holy Spirit, recognizes the potentially fatal pitfalls that will surely manifest themselves on this path. Yet, my craving flesh refuses to be informed so that it might respond accordingly with a change of course.
In all, it is the dynamic of emotion, frustration, instant gratification, and poor choices that define my existence and, when I stop long enough to consider my circumstances, reminds me of just how badly I need and must rely on the grace of God to provide enough hope to face and make it through another day.
The end of the rope is just out of reach and now I am at the mercy of He who holds the rope and my faith in the notion that, through His gracious nature, he will lower the rope just enough for me to grab.
“But this happened that we might not rely on ourselves, but, on God who raises the dead. He has delivered us from such a deadly peril, and he will deliver us. On him we have set our hope that he will continue to deliver us…” 2 Corinthians 1:9-10