I have an excuse for everything.
“It’s too hot.”
“I’m too busy.”
“I just can’t keep up.”
“I never have time for what I want to do.”
“_____ (fill in with person of the moment) made me behind in my schedule.”
“I’m no good at that.”
“I don’t wanna.”
And the list goes on, and on, and on.
I’ve noticed some patterns, though. A lot of my excuses have to do with time and a lot of my excuses have to do with external factors that I can’t control, such as other people. And all of my excuses draw me away from what I’m supposed to be doing. They give me the handy cop-out that keeps me from my priorities; they give me the loophole I’m always looking for. Excuses, excuses. They’re the tricky little temptations that get me out of what I’m supposed to do. Too often, they work – meaning that people believe them to be reasons, and I’m off the hook.
There’s One they don’t work with. There’s One who reminds me, so gently, so patiently, that I should be sitting at His feet. There’s One who persuades me to drop my facade, to let go of my parade of excuses, to just be me. There’s One who brings me back, again and again, to the Presence I seek. There’s One who continues on with his molding of me, shaping me into the person I should be, pointing me heavenward, showing me miracles that affirm my being.
