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Do. Or Do Not.


Do.  Or Do Not.  That's what yoda says.  No try.

Do or Do Not.  To me this says, "Make a choice."  Or as the Bible says in Jeremiah 6:16, "This is what the LORD says: 'Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls. But you said, 'We will not walk in it.'"

Either do what leads me closer to God or do not.  Choose with your feet or obey with your feet is what I used to tell my boys.  Don't tell me you will...do.  

And yet...here I am in answer to God, "I'll try God."  

Try what?  To walk one way and talk another?  To live in apathy?  To live asleep.  Like Dave Ramsey says, "Gomer Pile on Valium." Our entire culture doesn't want to feel so we medicate and we escape.  We stay in the so/so and status quo.  

I stay in the status quo.  I stay in the try.  I stay in the "We'll See."

Dibbling my toes into true spiritual and real things.  Oh yes, at times I lower myself into the water but I hold tight to the side so I can get out quickly.  One hand on change and one hand on the same.  One hand reaching out and one pulling back.  



I'm coming face to face with the choices I have to make in 2012.


Do follow the plan and get debt free or stop saying I'm trying to get debt free.

Do run hard after God and throw myself off the side and into the deep or quit saying I want it.

Do eat right and exercise or accept that I'm unhealthy and will not live a long life.  Stop planning for the future if I'm not willing to look after today.

Do read, study and prepare my mind or don't.  But don't make the list and not do them.

Do mean what I say or...don't say.

Do say yes or no....or do not.  No gray area of regret or compulsion.  No people pleasing middle ground.

My son is out in this freezing weather throwing himself into what he believes he is to do.  Fighting to stay in the deep.  That is where I want to go.

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