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Day 7: Beware of Stretchy Pants

March 22, 2020


The first few days of this extended (2nd week of) spring break I was a workhorse. Cleaning house, working in the yard, doing laundry, organizing “Youngmart” and shifting bedrooms for all my new tenants home from college to stay. Some of my intensity came from thinking “I’m going to make the most of this extra week”. But over the last couple of (rainy) days I have become a stationary blob. (Think: opposite of workhorse. Lol). Time looms before me full of uncertainty. I feel a little sad. I feel a little bad (hello,Hershey bar) and my mind is full of “what if’s and why nots”.
So today I’m praying for resolve and self discipline. I’m praying for hope and stronger faith. No one is going to MAKE me clean,do laundry or stay on my healthy eating program. It’s all me. No. Wait. It’s not all me. It’s me and God. My strength and resolve must come from Him. “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me,” Philippians 4:13. So today I’m going to get back on track and be useful but perhaps balance it with some fun and entertainment. Maybe put on some jeans. Makeup? (Nah, maybe tomorrow) So besides “beware of corona virus” we also need to “beware of stretchy pants”. They are comfortable but eventually we are going to have to put on real clothes and rejoin the real world. And we want to feel like we used our time to get better, not bigger. “Fix your thoughts on what is true and good and right. Think about things that are pure and lovely, and dwell on the fine, good things in others. Think about all you can praise God for and be glad about.” (Philippians 4:8) 

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