I have not posted since February 1st!!!!
I had a mental block, its true. I admit it. But, part of the reason was that I wanted Yankee Peach to just be fun. I wanted it to reach a broad audience. What I am getting at here is that I did not want it to be a "Christian Blog". That lasted for a while, but guess what...Jesus is 100% of my life, so stifling that side of me was getting very difficult and caused some mental constipation.
I just said constipation.
But, its okay. Its still me! As long as there is evil in the world, there will be handsome dictators to crush on.
For every post about what God is teaching me, there will be one about my hatred for the carpool line.
Can the two co-exist. Absolutely.
Am I a hypocrite for loving Jesus and hating the carpool? I don't think so. I'm human. Jesus would love the carpool line, I'm sure, but his 12 disciples would grumble about it for ever and cause Jesus to give a lecture about "the first being last" in His kingdom. I'm a disciple. I'm not Jesus.
But I am desperately trying to be more like Him. Starting with my new rule for myself.
BIBLE BEFORE BREAKFAST
I stink...STINK...at having "quiet time", as Christians call it. I want to do stuff! I don't want to sit and read and meditate and pray. But I have wilted down to a much lesser version of myself because of it.
Eating is my favorite thing. Today, I putzed around for an entire hour, starving to death, before finally reading the Bible. How much do I hate reading the Bible that I would allow myself to starve AND decide that 7am is the perfect time to clean the kitchen???? I'm terrible.
I won't always do this, I don't think, but I need the accountability. So, here is my take on Psalm 1, which I read this morning:
"My delight is in Your word
Not in praises of man
Not in the efforts I make
My mind is filled up with Your law
Not with the pleasures of the world
Not with my selfish desires
Holy Spirit. Remind Me.
Let Your word be the fuel for change
Holy Spirit. Refresh me.
Bring my roots deeper.
Make the water abundant
My leaves have withered
I've basked too long in the lust of this world
My soul is thirsty
I've forsaken the food of Your word.
May the fruit the Spirit will bring,
May it be pleasing to You
May the world admire the Cultivator of the fruit
Not the tree from whence it came.
Know my ways.
Tend me.
Water the soil, Pat the dirt
Prune the worthless, Increase the fruit.
Give me Strength
Make me useful
Increase Your harvest.
Amen.
