The Stirred Pot

I haven't done a lot of cooking lately. I've made soup. And, I cut up some potatoes to help a friend. Other than that, it's been sandwiches at our house and cereal.  Fruit and salad. It's all good. So, the pot I'm talking about is one of those pots that I thought was all nicely settled, but like life has showed me before, it's not actually settled at all. Someone came along and stirred it up, and with that stirring I am seeing that I have more work to do with God.
Does anyone out there ever wonder if life gets easier? Because I'm thinking that if I am committed to living a life deeply rooted in love, grace, mercy and God's light, then there will be a constant state of growing and learning. It will never be easy. The pot inside of me will always be stirring, constantly alerting me to something that I need to change about myself, an area that needs to grow, ways I need to pray. That stirring will be fixated upon needing more of God, wanting deeper relationships, improving myself in Godly ways---stirring the pot, and allowing others to stir the pot.
That's not to say I won't have joy and all the fruit of His Spirit. The gift of His Spirit can coincide right along with the stirring of the pot. That, I suppose, is the beauty of it all.
Say That Again, my Jesus. I give you the pot to stir, to settle, to do with as you please.