The other day, I heard something that I can’t stop thinking about:
“I’m only 24. I have plenty of time.”
But who can know the mind of God? Who can predict the future? I don’t know what will happen in the next half hour, much less the next year.
How much time have I wasted because I’ve been a coward? How many opportunities have I let slip by when I KNEW God was prompting me to take action or speak? How many times has my inaction led to disobedience? How many times have I rationalized that inaction?
Warning: my sense of urgency is radiating outward. If you get too close, you may get caught in the wake. Either avoid me or prepare for extreme encouragement.
What is God prompting you to do that you are waiting to do? Do it now. START it now. Even if you can’t see the finish line. Even if you’re not sure you can reach the finish line. Because God can work good from everything, even the things we view as failures.
Is God prompting you to share your faith with someone? To talk with someone about something in particular? Is He prompting you to extend graciousness and encouragement to someone? Talk to them the very next time you have an opportunity. Don’t let time slip through your fingers.
Make no mistake, what ever the obstacle you are facing now, you will find another one when the current one has passed.
When I don’t choose to do anything, I am choosing to do nothing.
Complacency. It’s one of Satan’s favorite places to keep me – and you. I turn my back on him and run when I have to, but when I remember the POWER of the Holy Spirit, I can pray for courage and strength and determination and faithfulness, and I can stand strong, with Jesus by my side, filled with the power of the Holy Spirit and I can look Satan straight in the eye and say, “kiss off, I’ve had enough of your lies.”
I fear, however, that we are so attention-deficit that we settle for bearable when beauty is just around the corner.”
“We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”
(C. S. Lewis)