My new medication makes me tired so by 10 a.m. (no joke), I’m exhausted and I still have to make it through the rest of the day. I have been able to power through and keep up with a decent cleaning schedule, but what about after the dishes are in the washer, the backpacks are readied and the kids are in bed? Is this quote telling me that I shouldn’t watch meaningless TV, but instead tackle a box or two in the storage room of the basement as I try to bring some order to that chaos? Should I be cleaning another room? Making lunches (as task I always save for the morning)?
What does it mean? Am I avoiding procrastination or striving for perfection–unobtainable perfection?
I’m so tired but I feel this quote nagging at me to do something—ANYTHING—productive, even when I’ve lived a full day.
So, I went to the source: The Bible for the word on what I should do, what does this mean, am I living my life to the fullest?
Revelation 20 shows that the world will eventually come to the end and we will be risen to sing glorious praises with our brothers and sisters in Heaven. There may not be a tomorrow. We should live as though this is the last day.
Psalm 90:12 – Teach us to number our days aright that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
1 Peter 4:7 – The end of all things is near. Therefore, be clean minded and self-controlled so that you can pray. Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sin…..
Well, that certainly doesn’t tell me that it’s appropriate to lay around and watch all of the episodes of “New Girl” that just popped up on Netflix. It certainly doesn’t instruct me to play crosswords on my phone until I fall asleep. But I think Thomas Jefferson still had it wrong.
If my choice is between watching “New Girl” or putting my kids to bed—the choice should be clear. If the choice is between sleeping in or worshiping at church–the choice should be clear.
Or maybe I should think of it this way: If the world were to end tomorrow, would I care that I spent two hours cleaning my basement last night? If the world were to end next week, would I be disappointed that I hadn’t folded that basket of laundry?
It’s still not sitting right with me guys. Maybe this is just a stage that I’m in, but I’m worried that I’m not using my time wisely, or effectively or….enough. How much hard work is enough? Why can’t I ever feel satisfied in the work that I’ve done and call it good?
Even God stepped back from his work at the end of each “day” and said “it is good.” When is it good? When is it enough? Instead of writing this blog post should I be washing another set of sheets or dusting the pictures frames in my living room?
When does it become too much of a quest for perfection and not enough about just “being?”
This struggle is real, people. I don’t even know how to end because I didn’t even answer my own question. I just became more confused.
Maybe I need to hear from you. When is enough, enough? When is it okay to sit and watch the “Bachelor” rather than doing something else that could be done today rather than put off until tomorrow?