I no longer have to hover. Dictate. Worry. Decide. Constantly cook. My duties as a parent are relaxed… which then puts the short term focus on me.
A different me emerges. Probably because it’s a novelty, I enjoy flicking on the TV when on my own, because it’s so rarely available.
Know what I did on Saturday? I watched 4 straight hours of Survivor in the PM, while still in my PJs. I even went to the store to pick up my very own bag of cheese Doritos, and a can of Brisk, where I could indulge in complete and utter leisure.
the winner won a little while, I decided to reverse my guilt of a do-nothing-day thus far, and cleaned the entire house. I’m talking, no nests, no counter clutter, and even the floors got vacuumed and washed. The house sparkled afterwards.
Who am I, and who lives here? This was niiiice!
And then I plunked myself in front of the TV a little more. Honestly? It was one of the nicest days I’ve gifted myself in a long time.
I actually find my own life as a general rule very busy, and at times, too noisy. WAY too noisy. To the point, where you feel exhaustion, leaving you with little fuel for much else.
So anyway, during my all about me kinda weekend, I was led to attend a church service. I packed my travel Bible, a notepad, cell phone with sound off, and drove the 2 minutes it takes to get there.
It’s been a long time… way too long… since I’ve went to church.
I could list a long list of excuses. Which one would you like to hear first, #2 or #9648?
Truth be told, I’ve felt so deflated lately. To the point where I had no wish nor pull to get myself out of bed to do one more thing.
I had become so saturated in my busy world, not quenching my thirst on anything tangible. Just always thirsty for relief, but didn’t really know how to accomplish it.
And you know how this works, right? When you’re at a low, every church service appears to be written for you.
The point of the service was the fact that we all thirst. Imagine turning on a water fountain. It never stops. And we never tire of needing water.
But water comes in many forms. The service termed it as ‘Gods’ of sorts. We worship these self improvised Gods to hopefully make ourselves feel better.
These Gods, or choice of water, can be anything. The need for social media likes or comments. Eating too much. Bad habits. Addictions. Staying too busy. Making choices that speak against your inner voice. Doing what others do, vs. what you need to do.
And that’s when we start running on empty. Because some water doesn’t provide life. It’s fake. It’s just an excuse to partake, which stops at short term comfort.
What today’s service reminded me of was, the type of water you drink does indeed matter.
Drinking the wrong water is like trying to drink from a sieve. It’ll never quench your thirst. In fact, it’ll just make you thirstier for more.
Comfort isn’t always the right answer, yet it’s the very thing we strive for short term. But I believe, if we dig a little deeper, and view the bigger picture in our lives, the true answer for the very comfort we strive for is there… if the right source is chosen.
Do you want to buy something you need? Stop spending on things that don’t matter, and save for things that will.
Do you want to travel? Tuck every $ you can away for a rainy day… in paradise.
Do you want better relationships with your family? Fuel it with the very thing that’s lacking.
Want a more fulfilling career? Start making changes.
Desire to drop a few pounds? Yeah…
There is only one, life quenching water that truly exists.
Just don’t be so busy with all the fru fru sodas, that you forget to partake…