Notes to My Siblings

5:50AM- *beep-beep, beep-bee--* 6:03AM- "Top bunk to bottom bunk: Psst!" "WHHAATTTT." "You awake?" "Nooo." "Yeah me neither. I don't wanna get up." "Nope. The rain makes it so cozy." "Ok. Let's don't. We can work out later." *scrunches back under the covers* 8:12AM- *GGRRRRRRRRRR!!!* ^That's the sound of my consciousness stabbing me and yelling "You failed again at getting up early and getting stuff done before leaving for work! You suck at discipline!" Why yes, yes I do. And some day, that realization is going to smart worse than just a guilty conscience. I'm an American softie. Sure, I'm tougher than some, maybe tougher than average (that's probably wishful thinking, but hey- one can dream), but I am not a disciplined person. I set a goal to work out 6 days a week this summer-- that lasted 3 weeks. I set a goal to memorize 1 Peter 1-- I made

In an effort to enlighten myself about what the heck I should do to not be considered a time-waster and unsuccessful person, I googled "list of successful people". Options for who I can grow up to be like include: -Oprah Winfrey. -Walt Disney. -RH Macy. -Charles Darwin. -Vincent Van Gogh. -Bill Gates. -Thomas Edison. -Emily Dickinson. -The Beatles. -Babe Ruth. I guess to be successful I need a platform, a small (or massive) fortune, business and tech smarts, "creativity" (if that's what you call cutting off your ear) and a killer batting average (at least, I think that's what Babe Ruth was famous for... or pitching arm? I dunno). Not that all those things are bad, but... So I moved on to thinking of who would be considered successful in God's eyes. Google was absolutely no help with this so I did it myself: -George Mueller. -Mary Slessor. -Gladys Aylward. -Hudson Taylor. -Nate Saint. - Ina York . -My mom. -Many, many other peopl