Alarm sounds. Stumble out of bed. Half asleep.
Then, habit kicks in. First word, His Word.
Simple practice. Way of life. Necessary.
And not something I can take for granted. Because distraction is always at the door.
Alarm sounds. Stumble out of bed. Half asleep.
Then, habit kicks in. First word, His Word.
Simple practice. Way of life. Necessary.
And not something I can take for granted. Because distraction is always at the door.
Keep your eyes on the prize. Focus. Don’t get distracted.
“Just one thing: as citizens of heaven, live your life worthy
of the gospel of Christ.”
Philippians 1:27
Traffic is heavy. Moving at 45 mph down a main road in the city. I glance over at the SUV in the lane next to us.
The driver is holding his cell phone. In both hands. Texting.
Distracted.
He looks up once. Touches the wheel. Maintains speed. Then passes us. Still texting.
How quickly we buy in to the world’s version of what we should be doing. What we need now. What our message ought to be. Our eyes wander. Even in COVID-19 lockdowns, attention is scattered. Veers off course.
And one day we’re “multi-tasking” down the road at 45 mph.
Along the journey in His Word, I note those who get distracted. Identify with their struggle. Learn from their failure.
It’s one of those days. Weeks. Seasons. In various places and spaces of our life. And I struggle with restlessness. Discontentment. Distraction.
Hungry for something I can’t quite put my finger on.
In the middle of such a season, I read John 4. During morning time in His Word. And pause on the verses that come after the woman at the well heads back to her village.
The conversation between Jesus and His disciples.