Tuesday, October 25
Firstfruits
I hesitate to post this because I'm not sure I'm going to do anything about it? But I've told my husband on more than one occasion that it's unfortunate that all he gets is my leftovers. He sees me in the am when I'm running out the door with no lipgloss on and dog/kid/lunches/laptop under each arm and then he sees me in the pm when I'm running upstairs to put on my PJs and I can't wait to get my smudgy glasses on because my contacts are crispy saucers oh and when I finally get to unpin my hair from the work day up-do. Well I guess he sees me on the weekends when I'm either decompressing from the work week or ignoring housework or running like a mad woman to pack in all the kid time I can because I feel like I've missed out on it for the past five days... Point being: I've tried to be thoughtful this evening about how I could make my God time more of a priority time (sorry hubby, you are still getting the shaft). As it is now I feel proud that I'm able to s-q-u-e-e-z-e him in at possibly the end of every day but what if I were to treat God like I treat strangers? What if I would put my freshest foot forward on my daily devotions? What if I were to carve out a real hour for Bible reading? What if I wouldn't try to "multi-task" when I pray?
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Your observation has been voiced by many - those who we love the most are the ones who often see us at our weakest, worst, crabbiest, unlovable moments - but, they still love us.
ReplyDeleteThe same can be said about Our Lord, who not only loved us but laid down His life for us.