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The Curse Of Self

One day, I’m going to sit outside early in the morning and listen to the whippoorwill sing her song until dawn breaks and her voice fades into the chirping of the daytime birds. And I’m going to silently praise God for His creation, and let the peace of the morning saturate my soul.

One day, I’m going to go on a hike with my teenage son and say nothing but what he wants me to say, follow his lead, and enjoy his company. No matter how silent the company may be.

One day, I’m going to leave for work early so I can grab breakfast for the homeless man who’s been sitting on the corner three blocks away from the office for the past month.

One day, I’m going to find a charity that needs the extra money I’ve been spending on clothes I never wear.

One day, I’m going to call an old friend – call her, not text or e-mail her – and thank her for the support she gave me so many years ago when I was struggling and had no one else to turn to.

One day, I’m going to surprise my husband with a love note on the driver’s seat of his car every day for a week.

One day, I’m going to get to know that young neighbor who often walks by our house with a baby in a sling and a toddler in a stroller. And I’m going to offer to help whenever she needs it.

One day, I’m going to do all that. But not today. Not right now.

Right now, I’m too busy.

Too busy living for my Self.

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