I love formulas. Not necessarily the mathematical sort but the “if X then Y” sort. If I do this then this will happen. If my attitude is this then the outcome will be such. I love the idea that there is predictability. Control. I am fooling myself.
I live in a home with six other people. As much as I would like it to be different, I have no control over them. Yes, I can make consequences, but I cannot control. And I really don’t think it is in their or my best interest if I do the controlling anyways. But at times I want to know the outcome. If I teach gratitude my children will be grateful. If I value cleanliness my children will pick up after themselves. If I make them well balanced meals my family will be healthy. If my children see me value church and the Lord they will also. If I pray enough in the morning I will have a blessed day. If I am nice enough then my relationships will all go well (for me).
What I do have control over is me. My attitude, my response, my actions. And that. Is. It.
I feel my Spirit is in a sort of revival. I have a new desire for Scripture memory. For journaling during quiet time. A hunger to know more of Him. To encourage others. To give grace frivolously. Because if grace is undeserved then why shouldn’t it be given frivolously? I want to receive that kind from Him. And I want to give that to others.