No More Excuses
I hear the whine in the base of my skull.
It used to be a constant clamor, so for the dampening of volume, I am grateful.
Still, it persists...
A stream of excuses, reasons why I can't do the things I ought to, reasons why I get a pass "just this once."
After all, don't I have so much on my plate? Everyone tells me I do. Doesn't it make sense that I just can't do it all?
That plate, it sure overflows. Like I went to an all you-can-eat restaurant and scooped and scooped. Like I thought I was filling a platter instead of a plate.
Like I have issues with portion control.
In truth I'm a child in this way. I need my Heavenly Father to fill my plate. I am rebellious in the way that I load it high. I am coming to understand this.
Is it fear? Fear that some day there won't be a portion for me? Or is it gluttony... pride that wants more so that I can be more?
Either way, it is rebellion.
So no. No excuses of too much on my plate.
I choose what's on that plate, I choose to grab the spoon and plop it on.
And I choose what I do with it all. Sometimes, I let it sit there and turn into a moldy rotting mess.
Excuses of being too tired? Poor time management.
Excuses that things are hard? They're hard for everyone.
Excuses that other people impede me? Other people are the whole point.
Excuses based on their sin? It's just like mine.
No more excuses. I make the choice, I do it or I don't. I own the result.
No more excuses.