One minute I was bawling my eyes out, crying out to God for more…the next minute I was sitting engrossed in a football game. “How did I get here,” I thought. I didn’t remember when I stopped praying and started watching the game.
I suppose this is what we call distraction. Gross. I hate it.
Zealous pursuit. Those words are RINGING within me. Zealous. Pursuit. Action words. Fire words. Sweaty words. Words that have no meaning when distraction butts in. Zealous becomes “interested” when distractions come. Pursuit becomes “meandering” when distractions come.
“What does your husband do for a living?” She asked with great interest.
“Prison ministry,” I smiled knowing that my answer always evoked surprise and intrigue.
“Oh!” She returned the smile, “My husband and I used to do that when we were young and passionate.”
PASSION ceases to become PASSION when distraction wiggles into our line of sight. I don’t want my life to be “interested meandering” I don’t want to ever have the words “when I was young and passionate” cross my lips. IT CANNOT BE!
I picture myself shopping, casually looking through clothes racks not really intently trying to FIND something. Meandering. Browsing. Wasting time. Hoping to find something to buy, but not led by any specificity at all. By the time I leave the store I have found NOTHING. I have purchased NOTHING. Our lives could very well end like my pointless trips to the store: we were THERE, we LOOKED AROUND, but we have NOTHING to show for it (except MAYBE an on-clearance-item that we didn’t really need).
I got up from the floor and turned on praise and worship (Sean Feucht is fire, btw). I decided to DO something about distraction: identify and
eliminate. A common theme in the Bible with successful people was that they KNEW THEIR JOB and they DID IT no matter the cost.
Best way to combat distraction is to know the WHY, know the HOW, and ZEALOUSLY PURSUE the author of both.
So, this is goodbye.
Sorry, the old Kate can’t come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, ’cause she’s dead.