Today I’m linking up with Lisa-Jo at The Gypsy Mama for Five-Minute Friday.
Join me!
The rules: Write for five minutes. No editing, revising, overthinking, or backtracking. Just write.
Today’s Topic: Again
I pick her up by her armpits and swing her high in the air.
The goal is as high as my muscles can handle…and probably even more to achieve the loudest, most exuberant, overjoyed, squeal possible.
It’s a new game we started about a month ago, and she really can’t get enough of it.
When I’ve given her a few good swings and gotten those little feet way up over my head, I give my muscles a break.
But this sweet, two-year old girl? Doesn’t always understand the word, rest.
Again! Again! More, mommy!
If my muscles aren’t completely dying, I’ll usually indulge her pleas a few more times before I need her to give me an honest break.
Even though she’ll still beg me to swing her up into the air again.
One more time. Always one more time. 😉
Sometimes I think about my relationship with God and how I am such the same way with Him.
He asks worship. A life of obedience. Simple praise.
He doesn’t ask for it once…He asks for it Again. And Again. And Again.
As He should.
And often…I will excuse myself with the simple fact that I’m too tired to read my Bible and spend quality time with Him…the kind that has been lacking during my busy day. It’s ok to miss today, I tell myself. I’ll do better tomorrow.
But it isn’t a once, whenever-I-feel-like-it kind of thing…It’s. Daily. Obedience. Worship. Praise.
It’s an again and again and again thing…regardless of how I’m feeling, regardless of my circumstances.
Father, I pray I’ll do better. Today.