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I Don't Have Time

Several times this past week, I found myself telling God that I didn't have time for Him. Not in so many words, but definitely by my actions. He doesn't scream "Deadline!" and personal devotions don't impact my GPA. In the short run, at least. As my mom said the other day, "the important things are seldom urgent, and the urgent things are seldom important." That summarizes my week. Everything with a deadline of the next morning got done (barely!), but everything that didn't have a deadline just got skipped. And since God didn't have a deadline, well.... He definitely got skipped.

In light of another very, very busy week ahead, I've been getting this gentle prod to re-prioritize my life. I need to make the important things urgent, and let the urgent things be unimportant. Yeah, bombing the Graphic Design presentation probably isn't the best idea, but 5 years from now, who's going to remember it but me? In the short run, my GPA isn't affected by how much time I spend with God. The long run is another story. I can only run for so long on my own energy reserves before I will crash (at this rate, Tuesday looks promising...).

I've heard that Luther supposedly prayed for 3 hours every morning because he had so much to do (I can't vouch for the validity of that fact, it's just what I've heard). It seems counter-intuitive, but I think this week, I'm going to try it. Well, not 3 hours, but a half hour each morning-- non-negotiable --spent in prayer and Bible reading.

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. Matthew 11:28-29

I've been filling my life with sand and trying to cram the big rocks in. It's not working. So, we're going to put the big rocks in first this week, and then pour on the sand. If all the sand fits, awesome. If not, well, tough. I have my priorities.

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