I don’t know how or when it started, but I’ve certainly mastered the art of un-intentionality. As if I’m intentionally living with the best of intentions that never come to be.
The stack of books I have had every intention of finishing…or at least starting. That would be a start.
The upstairs attic that needs to be purged to make room for our growing toddler who deserves a room void of a washer, dryer and gun safe. A girl needs a real bedroom and there is one waiting. Waiting for me to clean it out and clean up this too full life of mine.
The flower beds that are more weeds than flowers these days, being choked out like the pressure on this conscious of mine suffocating with guilt.
The endless pile of clothes that ebb and flow and diminish and grow like these emotions that march in like a lion and roll out like a lamb.
The old corn crib that was to be storage building that instead sits on a trailer for the second spring because it’s too wet, then too dry, then time to make hay and no time to make way.
A week post-vacation and my son is still living out of his duffel bag that just gets filled back up and depleted again. What’s the use of putting the clothes in a drawer, anyway?
What’s the use, anyway?
Our best intentions get the best of us.
The best part of our day. The best part of our soul. The best part of me that’s aching to be the best part for them.
The will-dos and should-haves keep us grounded in the past and dreading the future. Forgetting all we have is the here and now.
Living out-of-presence in the present is the norm these days. We long for the promise of tomorrow and live in the regret of the past.
Instead of living in the now, we get stuck in the when or lost in the then.
It’s time for us to get intentional about today.
It’s time to say “no” to what’s not important, to have time to say “yes” to what is. So we will have the time and energy to say “yes” to Who is important.
I know the clothes will keep piling up, the books will still be stacked, the room will be busting at the seams and the day lilies will get lost in the wire grass, BUT they don’t have to. I don’t have to be unintentional. I have a choice.
There is freedom in the choosing. There is Grace in our freedom.
There is a way out of our un-intentions. His name is Jesus.
He gives grace for the best of intentions that never come to be. And He gives us freedom to choose a different way than where we find ourselves today.
Living in the present isn’t impossible. It’s necessary. And by His grace we can make it back to where we really are in the first place.
Here and now. It’s all we have.
Our kids need us here. now.
Our families need us here. now.
The lost need us here. now.
Jesus needs us here. now.
It’s not impossible to be here. now. It’s necessary. And liberating to find ourselves where we’ve been all along.
“So too at the present time there is a remnant, chosen by grace.”
What’s on your list of “best intentions” that you haven’t gotten done…? I’d love to hear…and know I’m not alone. 🙂
I’m honored to be linking-up with my friend Katie Reid for #inspireandgrow today. Link your own inspirational post following her instructions here: (http://www.echoesofmyheart.com/2/post/2014/04/1.html).