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Day 29: Fork in the Road


April 13, 2020


I’ve always said, “I’m not very good at sitting around.” Probably because I have not practiced enough. Unfortunately, I’m getting better at it. The lack of structure in my days is starting to get to me. It’s not that there aren’t things to do. It’s just that there’s no particular order or schedule for doing them and my self discipline is wearing thin. I feel like I’m at a fork in the “quarantine road”. To the left lies meetings online only from my nose up (so I can keep on my PJs), endless hours staring at my phone and lots of chips and cookies. (Kind of like the Candy Land game from my childhood...all winding and colorful) It looks very appealing and bright. The fork in the road that veers right is plain and boring and lined with responsibilities, vegetables and has an elliptical machine on every corner. Which way will I go? Each road contains old habits that die hard. Which habits should I do away with? (“Cookies” or “Responsible Adulting”?) In order to make the wise choice I have to picture where each road ends. What is my desired destination? Do I want to end up in “Chubbyville” with piles of dirty laundry, a filthy house and a jungle for a yard? Or do I want to get dressed, stick to the straight and narrow road of routine and end up in a better, cleaner, “happier with myself” place? One route is easy upfront. The other is easier to live with later when life “returns to normal”. I am currently leaning toward the right, but the day is young so I will pray for strength and self discipline. Ephesians 1:8 says “And he has showered down upon us the richness of his grace—for how well he understands us and knows what is best for us at all times.” And Ephesians 3:20 says this: “Now glory be to God, who by his mighty power at work within us is able to do far more than we would ever dare to ask or even dream of—infinitely beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts, or hopes.” Smile and be joyful!

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