Last week I realized that perhaps Monday is a good day to write. Now, perhaps it is not… sort of James 4:15-ish, which reads, “…you ought to say, ‘If the Lord wills, we will do this or that.'”
Tyler tells me that to write, I have got to write – good point. And to be a writer, I have got to write consistently – the reps have to be done. Conditioning is important for the sport. Ok. So, blogging is my reps for writing. I take it as seriously as the Lord and my day lets me. Which to be honest is not very seriously much of the time, in the sense that I do not consistently write on my blog.
(Sometimes it seems I feel the same way about working out, which also includes reps, and to be fit, to be worked out, you have to consistently work out. Though I want to work out, goodness knows that working out is also the first thing that I do not want to do.)
Not so with writing… I do want to write, but space – time to think – time to meditate, to soak in what the Lord is pouring over me – is needed. So I thought, well perhaps Monday can be that time. Sunday I soak, Monday I write. Monday is reps day. Maybe.
And this Monday is a quiet day. Rainy, cold, inside, quiet. I have the same view I did last week, except everything outside is cloaked in wet gray, glistening with raindrops.
And as I think to write – just doing my reps -, here is what is on my heart:
But I have calmed and quieted my soul,
like a weaned child with its mother;
like a weaned child is my soul within me.
“In returning and rest you shall be saved;
in quietness and in trust shall be your strength.”
Be still and know that I am God.
In the quiet of the day, I pray these Scriptures, Lord, will quiet my heart.
And when I return to work, I pray I will commit my work to Him, trusting Him, acknowledging Him, for He is the Path-maker.
Commit my way to the Lord; trust in Him.
Trust in the Lord will all my heart, and lean not on my own understanding, in all my ways, acknowledge Him, and He makes my path straight.