Yesterday was not an especially busy one in the sense of places to go or timely appointments to make.
But it was full of activity and people and chores and the need to use creative juices and exercise lots and lots of self-control.
It was also the day I take my weekly (very potent) medication for rheumatoid arthritis which normally doesn’t bother me much. I get a little tired, sleep it off that night and wake refreshed and ready for the rest of the week.
Last night, though, it hit me hard.
I got home from church and realized I hadn’t set up a post for early this morning (it usually goes out automatically to subscribers and is posted on my Facebook page just after midnight). And for the first time ever-EVER-in four years, I just let it go.
I didn’t try to quickly cue up a repost of an old post. I didn’t grab a meme or image off the internet and write around it. I just crawled into bed and went to sleep.
Pride is a terrible thing.
It often goads me into pushing my body, mind and spirit beyond physical, mental or psychological endurance. Sometimes it tricks me into thinking I’m leaning on God when I’m leaning on my own willful stubbornness instead.
I’m all about not giving up, giving in or giving out when faced with something a little harder than I like or even something miserably more difficult than I can stand. But I need to practice discernment and learn to let go of things that are more about my proving a point than walking worthy of the calling of Christ in me.
I love writing.
I love every single heart that chooses to read what I write and sometimes comment or just pass it along so others can read it too.
I hope I don’t skip another day any time soon.
But if I do, I’m going to practice what I preach and just let. it. go.
Even though it hurts my pride to admit my limitations.