This past summer I traveled to India and got to meet amazing people who love Jesus. I'd insert a picture here but most of them have been deleted.
My boyfriend was the first to make the mistake of deleting my photos before I had uploaded them to my camera, granted it had been more than a month and I hadn't done anything with them.
I was next to fail, as my iphone suddenly stopped working. No response, nothing. Another batch of India photos gone, several months after the trip, meaning several months worth of time to upload them.
My actions, or lack of, might be the pinnacle rock bottom point of laziness.
When I first met my boyfriend I had the opportunity to surprise him with court side tickets to the Dallas Mavericks game. I was afraid to call to see about tickets, and to be honest I kept thinking, why don't I wait till... After several weeks time the player we knew on the team that was willing to give me court side tickets was traded.
I set my alarm for 8:30 every morning, and then snooze, and snooze, and snooze. I mean hey, this is my "relax and chill" part of the semester. I just received my Master of Arts a week ago, I deserve the right to snooze. Don't I?
My gym membership, well, is currently something I regret paying for.
I haven't reached the point of laziness where I have to buy new underwear, but I have a feeling I am getting close. There is this small rumble I can hear in the back of my life right now, it sounds slightly intriguing as well as partially terrifying. I do believe it is a case of the lazies, and for the first time in my life I am terrified.
I will be honest and say that I don't spend every morning doing a devotional, that is spending time reading the Bible and soaking up what the Bible has to offer. I don't spend it in prayer, I don't spend it singing songs of worship. I don't meditate on the goodness and faithfulness that I believe in. I just live. And just living is starting to take an effect.
Somewhere along the way to becoming an adult, you involuntarily sign up for social experiments that will make you want to die. Such as: A stranger would like to buy your art, you price it too high and he still wants it. This is about the moment your mind goes spinning about what to do with the small windfall, new shoes, that fancy tea from the expensive tea store that celebrities shop at, more art supplies, a sweater for your dog, maybe the utility bill... And, embarrassingly enough I do believe my decisions on where to spend my money have been similar to watching someone playing Plinko on the price is right.
I've been hoping that I would have the time to sit down and blog, maybe about the goodness and graciousness and general awesomeness that comes from being a Christian. But, lets face it. I'm blowing it big time. There is something to be said about a person who can manage their business well, being prepared for every event, having their end of things taken care of. And it isn't "what a show off"...
