I
have chosen the way of faithfulness; I have set my heart on your laws.
(Psalm 119:30)
This
verse and Romans 7 speak to my circumstances this morning. At my best, my walks
are also a time of prayer. Recently, those prayers have been little more than “Help!”
and “WDA, Lord.” I want to say, “I have chosen the way of faithfulness; I have
set my heart on your laws,” but the choosing and setting last maybe two and a
half seconds, and I’m back to “Help me, help me.” I can flip back to my
standard operating procedure between one sentence and the next.
I strongly suspect there’s habit involved. This is one of those cases when I need to learn to control my bowels (since to the ancients, the bowels were the seat of emotion, but to us they tend to be the source of excrement by one name or another. I’ve come to the conclusion that self-control has a lot to do with controlling the bowels, or at least with changing one’s own diaper.
First things first, learning to identify when you’re about to go. Another key somewhere along the line is learning when, where, and how it is appropriate to go. What is an appropriate emotional toilet? Third might be developing a good plan for when one has an accident. This might also be thought of as what happens when... uh... it hits the fan. I think I might need to do some thinking and praying about this one.
I strongly suspect there’s habit involved. This is one of those cases when I need to learn to control my bowels (since to the ancients, the bowels were the seat of emotion, but to us they tend to be the source of excrement by one name or another. I’ve come to the conclusion that self-control has a lot to do with controlling the bowels, or at least with changing one’s own diaper.
First things first, learning to identify when you’re about to go. Another key somewhere along the line is learning when, where, and how it is appropriate to go. What is an appropriate emotional toilet? Third might be developing a good plan for when one has an accident. This might also be thought of as what happens when... uh... it hits the fan. I think I might need to do some thinking and praying about this one.
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