Give the Father his due for the devil will for sure take his.
That blinding flash of the obvious came to me this morning as I was again arm-wrestling with my better self about spending the full twenty minutes in meditation. I do that when I peek at the clock, and there's only a minute or two to go.
There are times when I exceed the twenty minutes which is always lovely, but when I don't, the last couple minutes do take their own sweet time trundling by. It's like the last two minutes of a tied football game...I've had years go by faster.
It is important for me to give to God the full twenty minutes I have committed to God, not to please him, but for my own self-discipline. That lesson...learning to keep my promises to my own self...seems to be the hardest to hold to. Yet I have found if I don't keep my promises to me, there are promises I make to God and to others that fall by the wayside. The bitter pill being that I never know which promise that may be. Inevitably, after the fact, it will feel like the most important one ever, and "coulda woulda, shoulda" sings at 3:00 AM.
I just reread my first sentence...the part where this morning I was again arm-wrestling with my better self about spending the full twenty minutes in meditation. See? I know the importance of keeping my commitment and yet here's me this morning mentally justifying dropping a couple of minutes.
Ah...there's my pearl beyond price. Love and laughter come through again...specifically, laugh at myself and love me anyway.
Thank you.
No comments:
Post a Comment