Disgusted –that’s what I am as I write this at 9:53 p.m.
Disgusted with myself for not exercising.
For not doing the yard work I need to do.
For not planning meals.
For not making meals. (Unless microwavable pot roast by Tyson counts.)
“Like a city whose walls are broken through is a person who lacks self-control.” (Proverbs 25:28 NIV)
That’s exactly what it feels like -defenses down, like I’m going to be destroyed from every direction.
Time to shore things up.
So I look to the morning and the new day, to grab a trowel and start rebuilding the wall one brick at a time.
I’m going to set out my tennis shoes and clothes before I head to bed, so I can start the morning by taking a walk. God raised Jesus from the dead. I know he can help me get my buns out the door for a 30-minute walk, if I ask him.
(Would you drop me a note and ask if I actually put those tennis shoes on and used them? Thank you.)
And you, sister? What brick of self-control could you lay today?