There’s a whole lot swirling around my head lately. Mostly half-thoughts, partial answers, and “I should research that.” On what you ask? A little bit of everything.
Raw food diet.
Simple living (or voluntary simplicity…as I’ve also heard it called).
Scheduling.
Family Worship.
Discipline.
Organization.
CrazyLove.
Budgets.
Frugality.
Being Radical.
And probably a few I’m forgetting.
So…this is your warning. As I think more on these things I know some will be spilling out as posts. Random posts. You’ve been warned.
Alright…I couldn’t pass this up. The first thing that pops into my head when someone says, “I’ve been thinking” is
This morning was going to be great. That was the plan at least. Breakfast was prepped. Laundry was finished. Lunches were ready. Grocery list completed. Packages ready to be mailed. Blog post outlined. The alarm was set. Bible waiting. My workout clothes were even sitting neatly piled in the bathroom ready to go.
It was a great plan.
But all that prepping keep me up until after midnight, so I missed my alarm. Technically, I did turn it off even know I have no recollection of doing so. My husband says I did.
So, instead of having a wonderfully peaceful and productive morning. I woke up at 7:20 with Joey tapping on the bed. Joe jumped out of bed and started getting ready for his bike commute. I got up, glad breakfast was prepped, and started oatmeal. Joe left with his breakfast in tow as Joey and I sat down to eat. My great plan didn’t seem so far off, but of it was…
Joey broke a bowl, threw food again (and again), hit his head on the floor after falling off the ottoman, cried and whined, threw every toy across the room…and all I wanted to do was have my quiet time, do a little yoga, and get started on our errands. A shower would be nice, but not a necessity.
But in all honesty, the worst part was my heart. I was so frustrated with Joey and everything he was doing to that was hindering my plans. I didn’t want to be frustrated. I didn’t want to be acting out in sin. But it seemed all I could do was trip over myself–and I still am.
I just want to be like Jesus, not like me. The heart is wicked and deceitful…not to mention hopelessly selfish.
I’ve been reading through 2 Corinthians during my quiet times, so instead of moving ahead in the book I decided to go back to 2 Corinthians 3:18,
And we all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are - into the same image from one degree of glory to another. For this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit.
Today I’m looking to Jesus to save me…as I should every day. Trusting Him to change me even when bowls break, children scream, and plans go awry.
When I first heard these guys my first thought was a Christian band trying to copy the sound of a secular artist…in particular Gavin DeGraw. I still think they sound pretty similar, but I’m being won over more and more.
What can I say? I love a little grittiness in my music.
