On a snowy Saturday, I was prepared to spend quality time writing. But first, I had to deal with the consequences of my frequent choice of my comfort.
Over the last year, I've become increasingly uncomfortable with being comfortable. I'm starting 2019 with a desire to do more things that the "old me" would never have considered. Discipline is exactly what I've been missing. My whole life, I've been focused on performance and perfection, instead of purposeful and practiced perseverance. Constant performance is exhausting; it leads me to give in to the old patterns of comfort that give me rest, but never bring about change. Practicing discipline results in progress I would never see from perfect performance.
The very act of faith requires some imagination. Prayer is impractical. Application of truth involves abstract thought. Belief, at its core, is looking at a situation and clinging to "But what if God can/will/does..." The definition of faith is "being sure of what we hope for... certain of what we cannot see." (Hebrews 11:1) We may see God work and move in the practical circumstances of life, but our assurance comes from someplace much deeper than what we can see or touch.
I don't do this every year, but I've been in a little bit of a funk the last couple of weeks, so it's time. Time to take the Gratitude Challenge, once again. I know that when I look for reasons to feel grateful, I find them. And I stop feeling sorry for myself. It works,... Continue Reading →
A few nights ago I had an argument with my younger daughter. And I realized, the whole point of the fight was this - I saw something in her attitude, in her response, that I didn't like about myself. I wasn't just fighting with her about her actions or her tone of voice - I was fighting for her character. And mine.
I have a hard time balancing a number of priorities all at once. I don't know if I've always been like this, or if committing to things is just new for me. I don't know if I've always been an all-or-nothing type of person. But in this season of my life, I definitely am.
I definitely think we need the encouragement to take care of ourselves. For too long, we've defined success as a destination we reach, milestones we hit along the way. But in that headlong rush to reach milestones, we lose parts of who we are as we're going. So I'm in favor of an approach that includes time to slow down and reflect, to truly engage with the people around us, to evaluate where we're going and who we're becoming at the same time.
When did I stop finding joy in being lost in my own thoughts? When did I decide to trade my imagination to a screen that dictates my experience? Just when did I become afraid to spend time with myself?