I’ve had one million things to write about.
I’ve taken zero time to write anything.
It’s easy to get out of a daily routine. A routine of exercise. A routine of going to church on Sundays. A routine of weekly date nights. A routine of family devotions.
A routine of writing. Okay, and so a routine of exercise.
And, I almost didn’t write this post. I just knew I needed to. I knew I needed to write down how I had this moment tonight where I found myself beginning to feel resentful. Resentful for having so little time to myself. Resentful that I am the one who picks up behind little people. And, ahem, big people. Resentful that my day is usually consumed with doing things for other people.
So, I prayed.
And, as quickly as that resentment came pulsing through my veins, it left. Really. It did. I realized that usually when resentment begins creeping into my life, it is the direct result of me failing to spend time alone with my Father. My Friend. I can spend a large portion of my day studying scriptures and researching words like “faith.” It’s all head knowledge. Granted a lot of it goes directly to my heart, and that’s all good. But it’s not relational. Not in the way He wants and not in the way I need. And, it’s that relational part that keeps me in check. Well, it keeps my attitude in check. If you don’t believe me, ask Kris Takle.
And, the truth is.
My life is not my own anyway.
So, what could I possibly be resentful about?
Now, my resentment has turned into gratitude. Gratitude for a Father who doesn’t let me stay in a crappy state of mind. Gratitude for a Friend who will let me vent, but then speak truth into my life seconds later.
Because, He loves me. And, the only appropriate response is to love Him right back.
With time spent with Him.