Goals… I love ’em in hockey, football, and soccer, but…
I’m terrible at setting and achieving them in my life.
You wanna know the difference between a measurable goal and a lofty unattainable goal?
Commitment and discipline.
Unfortunately, I’ve accepted mediocrity in many of my life circumstances, lots of times to the detriment of my own sanity. Yes, I committed to a cleaning schedule that had me organizing one closet each month until the whole house was done. But I settled for more like cleaning 1/2 a closet every 3 months. And mine is literally overflowing with boxes of maternity and non-maternity clothing to the point that the doors can’t shut.
But that is my life. It always has been. How do you break a lifelong mindset that has led to ruts of less-than-optimal behavior?
The catch is that prayer is a discipline of its own. Prayer is in itself a practice of communication with Heavenly Father that must be cultivated and practiced obediently. And that is the whole concept with which I struggle.
At my very core, I’m wilfully disobedient. The irony there being my abhorrent intolerance of disobedience in my children.
I’ve been really blessed recently to have friends who come alongside me to listen, and pray, but also don’t merely indulge my ranting; they point me to Jesus and inspire me to seek Him. They don’t leave me fuming, they counsel me in righteousness and grace. That –women especially, hear me on this– is something we DESPERATELY need in our lives.
So if I had to set a goal for this year, and I’m not saying I am, but if I were to set a goal, it would be to go to God first. With everything. Every exciting bit of news would immediately roll into praise of the Father. Every slight or offense would be vented to the Holy and Righteous One. Every sin and misstep would be first confessed to my Redeemer.
I’m convinced the Apostle Paul said it best:
Philippians 3:10-11 HCSB
I’m aiming to intimately know the Most High and trusting that He will guide my steps. Meanwhile, I’m treasuring up this cuteness.