Intention
1 Corinthians 9:26
So, I do not run aimlessly; I do not box as one beating the air.
How many times do we get caught doing the unintentional? The slip of the tongue, a careless deed, a caustic thought. Frustration festers, fear gathers, worthless feelings seize and contract our hearts. Anxiety knives through our being as an unsettledness takes hold. Spiritual discipline though not easy, plays a key role in shoring up the deeper foundations of our lives, anchoring us, and filling us with intention. Intention fixes our gaze and gives us direction even when the world starts to spin around us. We must gather our minds and focus our hearts; we must adjust and gain a God rhythm and cadence to all we do.
Today I want to live with a clear God focus. I want to see where I am
going and choose why. I choose to live this day with God intention, not blind and unintentional.
Father, grant me eyes to see, the ability to focus, and clarity to understanding what is most important in my life today. Let me live in accordance with your will, let me not aimlessly beat the air today!
This was my daily writing on the 24th of this past week. Boredom chimes like a grandfather clock, a nuisance and an annoying reminder throughout the day of something most are really trying to forget: a virus. We are caged, our independence assaulted by a tiny army of fear-mongers. Dashing across the globe, pulling off military style strikes against a helpless and unprepared population. There are no guns to raise, no bombs to drop to fight this tiny army that swarms within. Uncertainty grips every news cast, and minds, devoid of our normal activity, probe the sanity of our beings. We
are chased about by shadows, held at tiny gunpoint… we flick through our channels, our home libraries, our game consoles, anything that can distract us from this tiny militia and its death grip on the living. We seek to blame, but there is nothing and no one in charge of nature… only God. The curse of the ground rises up, and mankind is reminded of the fragility of life, that we are all on borrowed time. We seem to pass by scriptures like Psalm 39:4 “O Lord, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days” …death becomes us all, yet when confronted with it, it leaves us clamoring and disenfranchised. Why? This scripture reminds us that even in the midst of captivity (Paul had seen a lot of it) we need not succumb to the vacuum of nothingness. We need to be capitalizing on these moments. Seek for the clarity they afford, practice and exercise ourselves in godliness, the things that our daily business and busyness has not afforded us opportunity to do. It’s time to buckle down, to work out our spiritual discipline, to reset our lives while we have these moments. We are in a race, a race with time. We need to run with winning as our mindset. Don’t give in and surrender to current distractions, don’t box as one beating the air. God has this whole circumstance in the palm of His hand; when it is time for it to be over, it will be… it won’t be because the governments of the world did it, or medical teams did it, or immunizations did it; it will be what God does by way of however He does it. I continue to pray against this virus, but I am grateful for the protection God is currently affording to a huge populace that is not contracting this disease. I don’t know where this all goes from here, but this one thing I know and trust… God
is in control. My life is in his hands and I am safe… no matter what
happens here, I’m safe. So I exercise, I practice, I prepare… I’m ready! Each moment of every day, I capitalize on my time. whatever I do, I do for His glory. May we all do this together. So be intentional, kind and patient, remain steady in the storm. Let go of frustration, anger, and discontent. Get busy living, let us not be the walking dead, but let us flourish in the light of Christ that is everywhere.
Much hope and many blessings today!