I haven’t been very diligent in my writing these days. I have been distracted by other things. The distractions have been meaningful and fulfilling, for the most part. Some were necessary (home repairs, family obligations). Some were less than necessary (Facebook, time sucking video games). No matter which category they fell into, they diverted my attention away from something that normally enjoy doing.
I don’t blog to change the world; I blog to change me. Working through things at my keyboard gives me a chance to see things with a new perspective. The activity is calming. It focuses my thoughts so I can work on the never-ending masterpiece I am slowly attempting to complete. I enjoy it even thought I only average 20hits a day.
When I don’t journal, blog, or write for one day I’m fine. After a week goes by, my anxious thoughts look for a way to escape my brain. After two weeks, the pent up cranial energy erupts with a force and gushes out of my mouth with force. It’s not always a good thing.
The same thing happens when I neglect my bible studies. One day doesn’t seem too bad, but the buildup over time can have devastating consequences. I listen to scripture every day (Bible apps are awesome for that purpose), but delving into the meat of its meaning is a little harder. It requires discipline. I must actively seek the will of God in my life now so that when times get hard, I will have a stable foundation to stand on. The only way to gain a firm foothold in faith is to faithfully devote time from every day into the study of His Word. That’s why I love devotionals, organized bible studies, and classes about the gospel. I seem to hold myself more accountable in those settings.
Recently, I had some friends tell me they admired my dedication to scripture memorization and study. They each sought my counsel on separate occasions about different things. I was truly astounded. ME?! It’s a good day when I remember to shave both legs, helping others with their people issues seems like a stretch. But listening didn’t.
So I listened to each one of the lovely ladies that came to me and prayed for them after they left. I reviewed the scriptures that I have swimming in my brain for one that would be appropriate for the situation and prayed it over them. I didn’t offer advice or attempt to preach at them the way I thought they should go, I let the Holy Spirit guide their hearts while I dried their eyes.
The only reason I knew where to turn in God’s word for answers to their questions was the time I had put into study previously. When I neglect study, the effect isn’t just felt by me, it is felt by the people I cherish most in this world. My family gets the brunt of the negative attitude that I develop. My friends are forced to listen to worldly advice from this sometimes know-it-all personality. And my coworkers experience the caustic sarcasm that can cut a little too deeply sometimes.
My grandmother had an old sampler, a cross-stitch cloth that old ladies used to frame, that said “A Day hemmed in Prayer rarely comes unraveled.” I thought it was a little corny when I was a little kid, but it’s old-fashioned sentiment is just as accurate today as it was the day she sewed those words on the cloth.
I must make God a priority everyday by reading, studying, and journaling about his word. My days have been unraveling around me and the excess thread is starting to choke me.
So I am back to page one. This time of lazy life style is over. I am back!
I am a Christian, a wife, a mom, and a part-time basket case who wants to be a full time writer.