Wow! When on earth did it become August all over again? Who can I blame for the fact that the summer, so often a draw to all that I love because I have more time for them--God and my family--just haven't at all received the attention they deserve?
Honest to goodness, I can't blame anyone other than myself. I'd love to blame work, but going in every day was my choice. I love to blame coaching cheerleading (Go Aucs!), but yet again, that was a choice that I made. No, every excuse that enters my head is my own fault.
Aren't the minutes the Lord gives us precious? Aren't His words to us to "pray without ceasing"? And what have I done? Certainly nothing I feel proud to admit to Christ that I spent His time doing.
So I'm here at the beginning of a new school year, and it seems like the walls are crowding around me. All of those things I procrastinated are falling over and yet even though I admitedly spent all summer not listening to the promises made to me, like the wayward Isrealites, I'm given a second (third, fourth--you get the picture) chance.
What am I going to do with it this time?
