: the act of choosing
: care in selecting
:power of choosing
Choices have been on my mind lately. Maybe because I feel I don't make the right ones or because I want someone to make them for me. I do make good choices, but the thing is, there is always another choice that could have been made. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened with the other choice, even the small things.
I have the power to choose lots of things: what I do with my day, my attitude, and how i treat my kids. Yet, I choose to not deepen my faith with God. Why? I wonder if it's because, along with choices, I want instant gratification. I want God to send me that answer to a prayer right away. I don't want to put in the extra time to feel the love he has for me. My faith right now leaves me loved and happy, but what would happen if it was more? I don't know. I'm sure only good things. I choose not to prayer or read my bible. Sometimes I wish these things weren't a choice. Dang free will.
I need to take care in selecting how I spend my time. All of it. I'm sure lots of people struggle with this. I know I'm not alone. I know more than just stay at home moms feel this too. The choices I make sometimes do have the instant results though. I make a choice to type this and then my son is hungry. Really hungry and cranky because I missed my opportunity to feed him right away. Other times I take care in selecting and get frustrated. I didn't buy that at Target, why isn't there instant gratification in my check book.
The choices are hard. The choice to love God isn't. The choice to give God my day is easy in my heart, but hard in my mind.
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