Monday, February 21, 2011

How Busy is Too Busy?

What is this? Another blog? This quickly? Okay, y'all, don't have a heart attack. I said I was going to attempt to be a little more consistent in my writing, and so I am.

Sometimes I wonder what is going through my mind when I agree to do things. I mean, my plate is only so big and I can only balance it for so long. But it's odd how caught up I can get in doing good things and how easy it is to forget to spend time with the Person who gave me the ability to do all these things. It's as if I'm so busy doing things FOR that I forget to be thankful and spend time WITH God. And then I get stressed and overwhelmed when I can't get it all done and ask God why He put all this stuff on my plate. It's a little bit of a vicious circle.

I think it would be easier for me to say no to people or turn down opportunities if I didn't enjoy being involved so much. I like being busy and that can be dangerous. It's so much easier to lose sight of the main goal when all of your time is spent doing other things and being busy.

I have recently become part of the BCM State Council for the state of Florida. I'm so excited and I love it already. But it's just one more thing to add onto the plate. I also agreed to lead the VBS Music workshop for the Association. Pile it on. I'm also going to school full time. And working part time. And doing stuff with BCM. And doing praise team at church. And leading UNDONE. And and and and.... Whew. I get tired just thinking about it all. And all these things are GOOD things. I LIKE doing them. But I recently realized that I have to make spending time with Jesus a priority above all these other things. And that's hard. I don't know why it's hard, but it is. If I am involved in so many ministry opportunities that I don't have time to worship my God, then I am too busy. And that's hard for me because I love being right in the middle of the action. I work better that way.

So, I suppose the purpose of this blog is to ask you all to keep me in check. Ask me how my walk with Jesus is. If I seem stressed, remind me of why it is I do what I do. There's nothing like having an audience to make sure you live the way you are supposed to. :)

Monday, February 7, 2011

That Word That We Hate To Hear

Ok, so maybe blogging just isn't for me. Or maybe I just need to be more disciplined about actually taking the time to DO it instead of casually forgetting about it. Haha :) But hopefully since I now have a job that requires me to sit in front of a computer all day and wait for students that need tutoring, maybe I can become a teensy bit more consistent in writing. Maybe.

Thank God for answered prayers. And for all the ways that He chooses to answer pray. And just FYI Mr. Brooks, God ALWAYS answers your prayers; sometimes yes, sometimes, no, and sometimes wait. But He will always answer. And I am most thankful for the answers that are "no." Weird, huh? But honestly, if God had said yes to every prayer I had ever prayed this world would be a very different place. Doctors would not have jobs (God heal all the sick people in the whole world! age 6), my family would be host to a cornucopia of animals (Dear Jesus, I'd really like a pet tiger. . . or an otter. age 8), and I would be a quite a rebellious child (Dear Lord, PLEASE don't let Dad remember that he was going to ground me. age 12). And just think of boy that we girls would have married if God had listened to our blinded teenage hearts when we prayed for marriage with our first boyfriends. Wow, that changes how our lives would look now, doesn't it? But all humor aside, what would our lives be like if God had granted us all the things that we had asked for? I remember when my dad started talking to the pulpit committee from Carlisle when I was 8. I prayed and prayed that God would just make all those weird people from Florida just go away. I was happy where I was. I had lots of friends and a house that I loved and a church that was the perfect playground. BUT, God said "No, I need your family in Florida." And boy was I mad. I did not want to move AT ALL. However, looking back, I'm so glad that God said no. I look at all the people that I would not have been blessed with if God had said yes to my childish plea. The people that God has placed in my life since then have changed and shaped me into the person that I am today. So I am most thankful for the times when God says no, because that usually means that He has something better than our feeble minds could ever imagine in store.

So, thank you, God, for say NO. I know that most of the time we don't like to hear it, but keep all us humans straight and keep on saying it.