It’s actually day sixty-three when I am writing this. And admittedly I am sorta making myself sit down to write. Which is strange because I typically have something on my mind, but for the past two days there just hasn’t been much.
Admittedly, it was a full weekend spiritually speaking and so it could have been that my brain and heart felt “purged”. I got to talk more than usual with my husband since the kids were with my in-laws and he sure did hear me talk about the covenant and Jesus quite a bit!
Also, it’s my husband’s Spring Break (he’s a teacher) and so he’s around and I sorta just want to spend all my extra time with him (and, well, another person also means another meal to cook at lunch and another pile of dirty clothes to pick up, etc).
But when it all boils down to it, I know that the reason I have nothing to say is that I have skipped reading my bible for the past two days.
Because I have slept in. The time change on Sunday did something to my sons’ internal clocks and they have slept in until 8:00 on Monday and 7:30 this morning. Now that might not sound like sleeping in to someone else but for me it is… big time. I wake up by 6:00 every morning (including weekends) and my boys rarely… rarely… sleep in past 7:00.
I will totally admit that sleeping in has been great. And I will also admit that I haven’t felt like I have missed out on my bible readings.
But I know… I know that were I to push that any further that I would be risking so much. The Word has brought me so far… lifted me up so much… that I know that even if I don’t feel like I missed it, I know that I did. I know that some moment would have been different. better. more… full… had I read these past two mornings.
But again, that’s the cool thing about Jesus. He just picks up with me like I didn’t miss two days of meetings with him.
And so there’s always tomorrow. I can definitely say that my alarm is set for 6:00am tomorrow. I don’t want to miss Him again.