I did not want to get up this morning. After preaching with all my heart I wanted to sleep in. More out of duty I drug myself out of bed and got dressed for an early morning jaunt. Discipline is not always easy. It is much easier to meander through life. Living an intentional life requires more effort.
Wiping my eyes I slipped on my shorts, shirt and shoes. I noticed a slight chill in the air. I did not watch the weather forecast so the cooler weather caught me off guard. Finally I got myself going. Slowly at first. Laboring like towing an armored tank. Slowly but methodically. Gradually my mind and body awakened as I found my groove. I embraced the journey before me.
My mind drifted losing myself in several thoughts as I pressed on. Soon I lost track of time. Instead of enduring my early morning jaunt I embraced the exercise. Toward the end I grew weary. I wanted to quit. I wanted to take the path of least resistance. Rest felt more acceptable than pressing on. I had a finish line in mind. Resolved I refused to quit until I got to that line.
Soon my allotted time ended and I reached my finish line for the day. I felt good about my early morning jaunt. Not a jaunt jogging. A jaunt in the book of Psalms. Chapter after chapter and verse after verse of wonderful life altering truth. This was my early morning jaunt.
I rise before the dawning of the morning, and cry for help. I hope in Your word. [Ps 119:147]
No comments:
Post a Comment