I admit it. I am a list maker. A maker of many, many lists. I make lists of things I should make lists of. In fact, my very last post on this very blog was a list!
I love lists. They really help me to navigate life. They allow me to remember, they call me to action, and they give me the satisfaction of looking at all that I accomplished. Yesterday, as I sat down to do my morning quiet time, I made another very important list. Monday's alarm clock ring awoke me to the first day back to work after a week off. I felt refreshed, renewed, and ready to look at life differently. I made a list.
This list is one I won't be making check marks on. This list will never, ever be completed. It is a list of things I need to do on a daily basis. Things I struggle with remembering to do, ways I can use my gifts to give glory to God. It's a good list.
1. PRAY - How often I go through the day saying "Lord, please help me..." but how often do I just sit and let my soul LISTEN to God?
2. Read Scripture - a struggle for me, yet a necessity. I struggle with the thought of "I've read it all already." What a stupid, stupid thought!
3. Encourage my husband - I forget that even though he's not as emotional a creature as me, he still needs me to come alongside him and remind him of everything that's good and right... in a TRULY encouraging way.
4. Write
5. Take a photograph
6. Give a compliment - how many times through the day do I find myself comparing myself to others? It's completely ridiculous. We are each a very tiny part of something much, much bigger. I need to call out how each person is special, because we all are!
7. Do something with music - The way I see it, God doesn't give you the gift of music and want you to do nothing with it. It's an extremely powerful means of communication - sometimes more so than the written or spoken word.
There are probably many other things I could add to this list, but then it'd get a little overwhelming and I'd give up. This is my forever list. Once I master it, then maybe I'll think about adding to it... when I'm like 88.
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