Today I am convicted.
Convicted...
that while I spend so much time obsessing over my rolls of baby fat, I don't spend half that amount of time worrying about my eternal soul.
Convicted...
that when I worry about what little time I have to exercise, I overlook how healthy and strong my body is, and how grateful I should be for it.
Convicted...
that when I complain about how money is tight and we may not have the nicest things, we have more than plenty compared to so many others in our world.
Convicted...
that I sometimes view pregnancy and breastfeeding as a chore, and ignore the sad fact that infertility affects so many women who long for a baby.
Convicted...
that I always have so much to do for my children, and forget how blessed I am to have these children to care for.
Convicted...
that while wishing I was a stay-at-home mom, I don't thank God enough for giving me a wonderful job in a wonderful school.
Convicted...
that when I told my pastor that I don't like to go to priests I know for Confession, he told me that it's because I care more about myself than the sacrament.
Convicted...
that while making a honey-do list for my hubby, I don't write down how much I appreciate everything he does for us.
Convicted...
that when I see troubled kids, I tend to blame the parents, and then I read this.
Convicted to be more grateful, more forgiving, more patient, and more loving. With God's grace.
Great post Colleen....and ouch on what the priest said to you. Chin up....at least you know the grass isn't greener. :)
ReplyDeletethanks for the encouragement.
ReplyDeleteOuch. Me too on all of them. And I second Tina's comment- extra ouch on the priest's comment.
ReplyDeleteI once had a priest tell me in confession that I needed to practice generosity of spirit. I was so wounded by this comment because it cut right through my pride. I'm ashamed to say that I've forgotten most of the council priests have given me in the confessional, but I've never ever forgotten that admonishment.
Thank you for this post.
Convictions are good! We have so much to be thankful for. In some strange way, since my husband's stroke, I've learned to be much more grateful for everything in our life (although I have to admit I've done my fair share of complaining about the difficulties of having a disabled husband, too!) Thanks for the reminders!
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