“Looking for birth control that you don’t have to take every day?”
That was the advertisement on the right side of my Pandora music screen a few minutes ago. I’m like, “Um, no, actually. I use slightly more preventative measures.”
(That was a free blog post. It had nothing to do with what I’d originally planned to write. 🙂 )
To update on a few of my former entries, however: 1) Jeremiah is doing fine. I think he ate something that just had to work itself out of his system…and if you know Jeremiah, you would realize he has a rather large system. Lately he has decided to take up residence in a cardboard box on our back patio, and is happy as a bug there. 2) About my “Time Stewardess” post, I actually did accomplish quite a bit that day. Wasn’t able to check everything off the list, but did do lots of laundry, housework, homework, and made a delightful strawberry yogurt cake. (It was most delightful, I say!)
I’ve been learning that as I choose to prioritize and seize the twenty-four hours God has given me, I actually can get a lot done! When I was younger, I used to imagine how organized and diligent and ethical I would be as an adult. I think I assumed that some morning I would automatically decide to wake up at 5am, go to the gym for an hour, spend a long time in my Bible, and contine with my well-organized day. I’ve had days very similar to those, but they don’t just happen like that. I have to continually make a conscious decision to not be mastered by laziness, and to instead decide what is most important to me–and act accordingly.
I had a horrid revelation recently, when I realized that the majority of my mornings was spent in front of a glass mirror, and not in God’s Word…and the Bible is where I would have a far more accurate reflection of who I really was! No amount of foundation, eyeliner, mascara, lipstick, cover-up, blush, eyeshadow, etc. can conceal an ugly spirit. Nor can hairspray and bobby pins. I am proud to say that lately I have been able to spend an hour or so with God in my quiet mornings, and only 20 min. or so primping in front of the mirror. Amazingly, I don’t look any different–but there is a deeper, almost subtle, joy that creeps into my countenance when I allow myself to view myself in God’s eyes; when I spend more time making my heart pretty, and not worrying so much about my face. Or my hair.
And not surprisingly, I am beginning to feel terrible when I don’t spend time with Him in the morning. It’s not a guilty feeling, like “oh dear, I should add ten minutes tomorrow”…but it’s a “Why didn’t I? That was dumb, and now I feel like part of me is missing.” (Not to imply that God is no longer accessible, though.) It becomes a feeling of remorse for missing out that morning, instead of guilt for not fulfilling an obligation.
Lo, but I wouldn’t have it any other way! 😀