Those of you with iron discipline, who thrive on routine and live for immaculate living quarters and perfectly ordered days, duck out of this particular blog post now, unless, perchance, you want a peek into how the rest of us think.
A titanic struggle for those in the above-mentioned group would look something like this. Self: "I really should run three miles today because I promised my spouse I would walk hand-in-hand around the park (aimlessly, but who's complaining). I will ... well, I'll go ahead and run five BUT I will not fill out those expense reports ahead of schedule because it is, after all, Sunday."
A titanic struggle for a moody, ADD-riddled writer who HATES to do things in the same order or the same way two times in a row would sound like this. "It's Sunday. I am tired. Do I absolutely HAVE to get up today? Okay, I'm up. Those dishes from breakfast will be just fine until Monday morning. I know I kept the house spotless last week and it was supposed to be the start of something new around here but I am curling up with that book ... WHERE IS MY BOOK? Oh, look what's on T.V.!!! Is the day really gone? Really??? I truly do hate myself."
What's the antidote? Is there one? Well, unless I get a brain transplant, an idea Mel Gibson passed on to his former girlfriend (I know, I know, my sister Mary and I should not have listened to those secret "rant" recordings), I am not sure there is a complete cure on the horizon for me. I have learned to work around some of my weaknesses to arrive at certain destinations that mean the most to me (I just order a new book on my Kindle and read it until the other one falls out of the laundry basket while I am sorting). I am struggling to push my midlife goals down a tube of some organization and written goal-setting with perceptible results. My mantra: PROGRESS IS PROGRESS!
Biggest current goal....learn to hear the voice of the Lord. Not all that easy in the natural but, under the annointing of the Holy Spirit it is do-able. I know that once I have heard His voice, even if all He is asking of me is to be still and worship, the assignment will fit the brain and personality that God has given me. I am very different from many of you. So thankful that God made me, understands me and will use me in spite of my weaknesses, which, after all, will keep me humble if I will let them. If that sounds like me giving me a pass on the sins of laziness and poor self-discipline, it is not. It's just me knowing that Jesus will be patient with me as I become who He wants me to be. And, incidentally, that will NOT be a carbon copy of the perfectly disciplined housewife/professional lady next door!
A titanic struggle for those in the above-mentioned group would look something like this. Self: "I really should run three miles today because I promised my spouse I would walk hand-in-hand around the park (aimlessly, but who's complaining). I will ... well, I'll go ahead and run five BUT I will not fill out those expense reports ahead of schedule because it is, after all, Sunday."
A titanic struggle for a moody, ADD-riddled writer who HATES to do things in the same order or the same way two times in a row would sound like this. "It's Sunday. I am tired. Do I absolutely HAVE to get up today? Okay, I'm up. Those dishes from breakfast will be just fine until Monday morning. I know I kept the house spotless last week and it was supposed to be the start of something new around here but I am curling up with that book ... WHERE IS MY BOOK? Oh, look what's on T.V.!!! Is the day really gone? Really??? I truly do hate myself."
What's the antidote? Is there one? Well, unless I get a brain transplant, an idea Mel Gibson passed on to his former girlfriend (I know, I know, my sister Mary and I should not have listened to those secret "rant" recordings), I am not sure there is a complete cure on the horizon for me. I have learned to work around some of my weaknesses to arrive at certain destinations that mean the most to me (I just order a new book on my Kindle and read it until the other one falls out of the laundry basket while I am sorting). I am struggling to push my midlife goals down a tube of some organization and written goal-setting with perceptible results. My mantra: PROGRESS IS PROGRESS!
Biggest current goal....learn to hear the voice of the Lord. Not all that easy in the natural but, under the annointing of the Holy Spirit it is do-able. I know that once I have heard His voice, even if all He is asking of me is to be still and worship, the assignment will fit the brain and personality that God has given me. I am very different from many of you. So thankful that God made me, understands me and will use me in spite of my weaknesses, which, after all, will keep me humble if I will let them. If that sounds like me giving me a pass on the sins of laziness and poor self-discipline, it is not. It's just me knowing that Jesus will be patient with me as I become who He wants me to be. And, incidentally, that will NOT be a carbon copy of the perfectly disciplined housewife/professional lady next door!
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