The inconsistent life produces a consistently bad life.
And if someone has said it before me, tell them I quoted them. If it's my own, mark my words, because they come from experience. The experience that forms deep grooves in a brain and forms bad habits in a life. The bad habits that start a pregnancy taking my prenatal vitamins faithfully, then fall off the daily vitamin wagon...until the week before the ultra sound. (No, I'm not pregnant now.) The proclivity of getting the laundry caught up only to take a sabbath the very next day and I don't have to tell you the amazing multiplication process an empty laundry hamper can perform. The treacherous walk of going up the emotional mountain and planting your happiness flag and then falling face first into the jagged cliffs below. The injured bell cow, left wildly spinning in the crashing decent, has also taken the herd down.
And the hardest part of life is the consistency.
The good days can quickly pass unnoticed and the bad ones drag on for an eternity and the solution lies in the way of the will. Others have a deep well to draw from, and I do well following her lead. And each day should begin with the question, Who will I serve this day. "As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord." Because without Him I am nothing.
Each good day, begins with the offering of all that I am, all that I pray to be.
The work I do may remain hidden, unless it goes undone. Some tasks neglected are more noticeable than others. Laundry piles, a sink full of dirty dishes, and the golden trail of crumbs seen in the first morning light, reveal a disregard for the home. And a flighty mind, an anxious heart, a distressed spirit, can betray a neglected soul. This neglect will lead to an eventual starvation.
The good day depends on the proper sustenance. A life of prayer, a life of meditation, a life of order, a life lived and offered to the Creator of my very life. These days are not without speed bumps, detours and maybe even a flat. But my help comes from the Lord, and this is where my life truly meets the road of my vocation.
The good days can quickly pass unnoticed and the bad ones drag on for an eternity and the solution lies in the way of the will. Others have a deep well to draw from, and I do well following her lead. And each day should begin with the question, Who will I serve this day. "As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord." Because without Him I am nothing.
Each good day, begins with the offering of all that I am, all that I pray to be.
The morning meditation is the plan of battle for the entire day...
And then the rubber of good will, good intention, must meet the road of life.
By your work, you show what you love and what you know. When you observe true obedience with prudence and enthusiasm, it is clear that you wisely pick the most delightful and nourishing fruit of divine Scripture.
The work I do may remain hidden, unless it goes undone. Some tasks neglected are more noticeable than others. Laundry piles, a sink full of dirty dishes, and the golden trail of crumbs seen in the first morning light, reveal a disregard for the home. And a flighty mind, an anxious heart, a distressed spirit, can betray a neglected soul. This neglect will lead to an eventual starvation.
The home starved of proper care, crumbles into a noisy heap of chaos, no matter the number of bodies occupying the sacred space of the domestic church. The children starved of parental attention are ravenous in their needs and wants. They cling and whine and left on their own, they will find someone else or something else to fill them up. The emaciated soul will shrink in on itself and become all about self. The hungry will seek nourishment where it cannot be found for the world will only pick the dry bones clean.
The good day depends on the proper sustenance. A life of prayer, a life of meditation, a life of order, a life lived and offered to the Creator of my very life. These days are not without speed bumps, detours and maybe even a flat. But my help comes from the Lord, and this is where my life truly meets the road of my vocation.
