Dear God,
This is Kelley.
My discipline leaves a lot to be desired. I'm supposed to be exercising every day because of my osteoarthritis. Well, I don't. Tom got me a trumpet for Christmas, my favorite instrument, but because I don't sound like Winton Marsalis, I'm not practicing regularly. There's that book I need to read, and that one I need to write. And then there's money and sticking to a budget... Argh.
Are You concerned about this kind of thing, Lord? Well, pain does result from my not doing these things -- I probably cause more pain when practicing the trumpet, but as far as exercising and writing and money goes, frustration and pain does result when I don't practice discipline. But, Lord, I hate schedules. I hate particulars. I love to dance, jump on the spur of the moment, get what I see for so and so, go play for a bit, and be creative, celebratory, fun, and expressive. I am right-brain walking!
Discipline to me is an ugly word. But that's not true, and I need to change my thinking. How, Lord?
My body is a temple for You, and for me to not treat it as I've been told, as I know will result in health, is wrong, and may even be sinful, yes, Lord?
For me to not pay close attention to budgets and money issues is also wrong -- even if I work hard and spend what I think is a small amount, if it hurts our bottom line, then it, too, is wrong, and perhaps sinful.
"Whoever loves discipline loves knowledge, but he who hates correction is stupid." (Proverbs 12:1)
Geez. Lord.
"He who heeds discipline shows the way to life, but whoever ignores correction leads others astray." (Proverbs 10:17)
I do want to be a good example, Lord, for my kids and for others. Give me grace. Remind me to look at the end result and know that end is being accomplished with each step of discipline I take. Discipline brings harmony and harmony allows the best kind of dancing.
This is Kelley.
My discipline leaves a lot to be desired. I'm supposed to be exercising every day because of my osteoarthritis. Well, I don't. Tom got me a trumpet for Christmas, my favorite instrument, but because I don't sound like Winton Marsalis, I'm not practicing regularly. There's that book I need to read, and that one I need to write. And then there's money and sticking to a budget... Argh.
Are You concerned about this kind of thing, Lord? Well, pain does result from my not doing these things -- I probably cause more pain when practicing the trumpet, but as far as exercising and writing and money goes, frustration and pain does result when I don't practice discipline. But, Lord, I hate schedules. I hate particulars. I love to dance, jump on the spur of the moment, get what I see for so and so, go play for a bit, and be creative, celebratory, fun, and expressive. I am right-brain walking!
Discipline to me is an ugly word. But that's not true, and I need to change my thinking. How, Lord?
My body is a temple for You, and for me to not treat it as I've been told, as I know will result in health, is wrong, and may even be sinful, yes, Lord?
For me to not pay close attention to budgets and money issues is also wrong -- even if I work hard and spend what I think is a small amount, if it hurts our bottom line, then it, too, is wrong, and perhaps sinful.
"Whoever loves discipline loves knowledge, but he who hates correction is stupid." (Proverbs 12:1)
Geez. Lord.
"He who heeds discipline shows the way to life, but whoever ignores correction leads others astray." (Proverbs 10:17)
I do want to be a good example, Lord, for my kids and for others. Give me grace. Remind me to look at the end result and know that end is being accomplished with each step of discipline I take. Discipline brings harmony and harmony allows the best kind of dancing.
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