I had to warm up leftover coffee from yesterday. I made a choice to procrastinate on buying a new bag of coffee. Now I'm suffering the consequences.
We all have choices to make. This weekend I chose to take my kids to a special worship program at another church instead of attending our regular service. Today I'm choosing to have lunch with my son at school instead of going to yoga. You chose to read this blog instead of doing your dishes. Bravo!
Sometimes the consequences of our choices leave us with a bad taste in our mouths - like this stale coffee. Do you ever feel guilty for making one decision over another? A friend of mine spent the afternoon with her daughter selling Girl Scout cookies outside a local grocery store. Later that day, she felt bad that she had missed a church event. Which choice was the right one for that day?
I'm inclined to believe that it is a good choice to invest in relationships with our kids. On the other hand, we need to allow them to have space and be self-reliant. Ultimately God is "judging the thoughts and attitude of our hearts" as well as our actions.
Today when I skip yoga, I am making a sacrifice to be with my son who needs a little extra time with mom today. But on Wednesday, I'll go to yoga with the assurance that I also need to care for this temple that God has given me. They are both good choices.
And even though sometimes I make the wrong choice, I am thankful for grace. Just like the sweet smell of fresh coffee brewing, God's mercies will be new tomorrow.
Monday, March 30, 2009
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Sometimes it seems I am prone to make poor choices. I now pray over every single detail and am still not sure I'm getting it right. ;)
Praise the Lord for grace. He knows the all things and thus can judge rightly.
Blessings,
Lori
You have an adorable blog! And very inspiring! I'm a follower of Rachelle Gardner's blog and popped over from there.
What do you write? Are you fiction or non?
You won't believe this, but I actually DID choose to read this blog over doing the dishes (and I'll take that "Bravo!").
I think the choices we make are stepping stones that either carry us safely along or trip us up.
I trip a lot. But I'm getting better...
I like that even when I make a choice that seems odd to another, God is still with me -- right there at the "other" church service, or in my daughter's classroom, or at the gym. He's there. He "chooses" us.
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