It’s New Year’s Eve.
A new year and a new decade starts tomorrow.
(Did you know that?!? 🙄 )
Goals, Resolutions, Plans…
I don’t have ’em. And yet, as soon as I say that, something within whispers that I do.
I do. I have plans. But I’m keeping those to myself…and my God.
And I’ll live as I’ve been learning to live…
…in the moment.
I’m beginning to get that it’s the essence of faith.
What do I have control over, really?
Not much. Only the choices I make in life.
Others can make choices that will affect me.
And I can make choices that will affect them.
But, I can’t worry about their choices.
Between peoples’ choices, and God’s sovereignty, and whatever boundaries God allows Satan to have…I really don’t control much. And to be perfectly clear, you don’t either.
With all the roles God has given me, what will I choose to do?
I’m a woman. I’m a worshipper. I’m a wife. I’m a mother. I’m a daughter. I’m a sister. I’m a friend. I’m an artist. I’m a teacher. I’m a gardener (when the energy is available). And now, after two years of blogging, maybe…I’m a writer…?
I can affect everyone within my hemisphere by the choices I make.
And I will be held responsible for those choices.
So…with that much responsibility, what’s the safest route to take?
I’ve come to the conclusion that it is safest to live one moment at a time, trusting in Jesus.
Now, doesn’t that seem nebulous? Well, it’s not. It’s quite concrete.
I have a choice to make every minute. Will I please myself, or God? For you see, before I’m a wife, mother, friend…I’m a worshipper. Will I fulfill my responsibilities, or will I throw my hands into the air and declare, “Just have fun!” So many people, myself included, make poor choices when fun is the goal. When not seeing the pain, choosing to bury it or pushing it aside, we only delay our responsibilities. For we will be held responsible. At some point in time, either here…or there…we will give an account.
And the only thing that will last is what we did for the Kingdom.