It’s something I’m still working on.
There are so many areas I want to improve in.
House keeping has jumped to the top of the list.
I’ve never been good at it.
Even as a child I would struggle over what to keep and what to get rid of.
I would horde popsicle sticks and leftover chunks of construction paper.
I remember thinking
I would create
really neat things out of these items.
they ended up in the trash
when my mom discovered them.
As a young adult I’d hold onto crazy items.
Like a daisy chain I made with a friend while we waited for her Mom to pick us up.
After one of our moves my hand stuck to something inside a box.
I pulled it out and saw a tiny multicolored bandaid.
“What in the world is that!?” my husband questioned.
Sheepishly I had to admit.
“It’s the bandaid that the hospital put on Sissy’s heal.”
“Gross! Throw it out!”
Of course I did.
And I wondered at my own lack of self discipline.
Today while unpacking,
I had to wonder again.
“What makes me hold on to all this stuff?”
I know it’s really not worth my time to pack, load, haul, and unpack scraps of paper, but as I unloaded a box I found exactly that.
And I know why they are there.
I didn’t have the self discipline to deal with them at the time.
Instead, I tossed them into a drawer to deal with later.
Then into a box they went for the same reason.
Self discipline is both a gift from God and an act of will.
I have to willingly submit to God and He guides and directs me.
He gives me the courage to make choices about “keep” or “get rid of”.
He grants me the understanding to let go of the past and embrace the day.
He guides me into what is wise and teaches me how to avoid what is foolish, especially on the task-by-task level.
It is a privilege to work
and a blessing to rest.
It is wisdom to give up what I don’t use or have the ability to do
and it is understanding which can be gleaned from a new place and new people.
It is God
Who grants all these things.
And it is good
to live a life of discipline unto the LORD.