Procrastination is one of my bug-a-boos. By that, I mean I procrastinate the hard things in life. I procrastinate exercising. I procrastinate writing. Even knowing that these things are good for me and that I want to do them, I procrastinate.
As I've written in earlier posts, I procrastinated having my hip replacement surgery. Finally, circumstances (pain and not being able to walk) forced me in to it.
I also procrastinate making things right between me and others when niggling things rise up to cause a rift. It is easier to let things slide, easier to accept the status quo, rather than trying to make things right. Because of this, I lose the pleasure and joy of those associations. My heart hardens, and my self-justification digs deeper. And that brings me to repentance, for I procrastinate that as well. Thankfully, for me, the Lord is patient.
This I know for sure: procrastination only makes things harder, not easier.
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