What matters

I think I’ve been under a false impression for quite some time. I think I allow myself to believe what I need to believe just to get by sometimes. We have to live with ourselves somehow.  But then there are moments where you stare in the face of something: something big, or ugly, or troublesome, or scary. Just something. And you ask yourself “where did THAT come from?” And because we have to have answers, we trace that thing, whatever it is, backwards. We try to figure it out. Sometimes we can. Sometimes we can’t. But that’s when I realize, again, the thing I always knew: everything matters. Everything leads to something. Good or bad. Everything counts.  Think about it. Don’t you think this is true?

Minutes wasted lead to hours wasted or days wasted. The Golden Oreo (why did they have to come out with THESE?) leads to the Twinkies which leads to the bigger size jeans and to not feeling so great.  Every thought I have, every word I say, every half hour I spend, every bite I put in my mouth…every choice I make is propelling me in a certain direction. The problem I have is that I can’t see the end. I can’t see goal; the destination. The thing I’m working toward seems so far away that I can’t in my mind link the Oreo to it. The end of my life seems years away so what I do today doesn’t matter. I can get it right tomorrow. Or not. It feels out there. Ethereal. Intangible.  So I just roll along. In these jeans. With the TV on in the background. With things in my kids that I need to work with them to change. Things in my own life I need to change.

But the real problem is that I’m waiting for some big opportunity. Some BIG something. And it probably won’t happen that way. You don’t make these changes in fell swoops (I am SO happy I got to type that!). You make them 5 minutes at a time. One choice at a time. What I’m doing right this minute may completely impact what happens with my kids at 4 p.m., good or bad.

A year from now, I’ll be able to see clearly which direction my small choices moved me. I’ll be able to trace it back like I’m watching a movie. Looking forward, it’s a whole lot harder to do.

I have to do this. I see it. I have to do it. I need to identify what’s important and throw out what doesn’t help me achieve that. Along that line, I’m turning off the TV. Before I do, though, I have to ask: What is with all the hugging on Price is Right? Do they bond on Contestants Row? High fives would be a whole lot less awkward…


5 thoughts on “What matters

  1. are you still obcessing over tpir? i forgot to tape it today when i left! means i won’t have anything to watch at supper time!

  2. I love this post. I agree that every choice we make leads us in a certain direction. Thankfully we have the choice to make corrections and get back to the right direction every day. I’m so thankful for God’s grace and forgiveness when I make those wrong choices.

  3. Every time you post your words move me to insane laughter or deep thought. Thank you for both. Today I needed this one.

  4. With all of this “insane” (Maria’s word) electioneering going on, the only really positive movement in our society seems to be the hugging by The Price is Right contestants. They love each other and everybody; can’t beat that. We should all be so friendly. By the way, I love you; remind me to give you a big hug!

  5. I love your 5 minutes at a time approach. Sometimes that is all we can do. But at least we are trying. Sometimes we accomplish a lot more in the smaller attempts than we do in the bigger. Sometimes the attempts are subtle and sometimes they are obvious. But at least we keep trying to move forward. We cannot gain back or control the minutes behind us but we can definitely shape the minutes, hours, days ahead of us. Some of them we will accomplish what we set out to do and others we won’t….but know matter what God knows our hearts and our motives and HE is there to be our biggest cheerleader. He will not fail us!!! How awesome is that ?!!!! Thanks for sharing this with us today.

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