I have a terrible habit of turning to my friends for advice. I'm not saying that it's bad to ask for advice. Or that it's bad to ask your friends for help. I do think these things are important. My problem is I go to them before I go to God. That is a bad habit to be in.
I have to think out loud. I'm an "outward processor." Hence, this trusty blog that helps me figure things out. That's a big part of why I talk through things with others. But I realized, I was never talking about these things with God. I've been whining all week to everyone about how long my to-do list is (why I am psycho over the list is another post!) and how I can't get anything accomplished. I'm recovering from a cold. The house is extra messy. I'm tired. Blah blah blah blah complain complain blah blah.
Then it hit me this morning.
Why don't I stop and pray about all this craziness?
Well, duh.
And so I did. I specifically prayed for strength and self-discipline in accomplishing my tasks for the day. And then I went a step further, and prayed that I would accomplish what God wanted me to accomplish. (Scary!)
I definitely kept procrastinating. I am really lacking in the self-discipline department. But even amongst my Facebooking and wandering in circles, I managed to cross a number of things off the list.
Whew!
And even better, I made a delicious, healthy dinner for my family. I talked to two of my closest friends on the phone (while doing items on the list). I watched two beautiful girls show me their Christmas dances. I laughed hysterically with my husband.
I am so thankful that I had my perspective adjusted today. I still want to accomplish my list. I just do. I have issues, okay? But I am trying. The dishes were still dirty 10 minutes after dinner, after my custom dance show. No one combusted. Rats didn't come to my kitchen. And I didn't have a panic attack.
You know what's nice about God? He loves me even though I am a work in progress, and He's always helping me grow into who I am meant to be.
THAT is genius.
ReplyDeleteCarrie, you did well! But really, you have fits if the dishes aren't done ten minutes after meals? Oh boy, don't visit me. I'm lucky to see them done two HOURS after meals. We get them done... eventually. Before the next meal. My oldest daughter wants to move in with you, however.
ReplyDeletePS. I moved my blog. Another HSB casualty.
ReplyDeleteYes, it is definitely easier, but I feel rather lonely out here. Like I am adrift in the South Pacific. Everyone's so far away!
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