Begin Again

I remember that song
"There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He grew whiskers on his chin again,
Shaved them off but they grew back in again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again"

Then it repeats, faster and faster. That's how I feel a lot of times - NOT in reference to the whiskers (although now that I will be 40 in less than a week, the whiskers are multiplying VERY FAST)... But when I sit down to journal, or keep track of events, I get started, then I find myself having to start over, and over, and over. Here it is, March 5th and the first of my March posts.

My wish today is that I have the discipline to be diligent in taking the time to daily 1) Stay in the word, 2) take a few minutes to journal, 3) meditate in total silence, 4) take 30 minutes to exercise to care for the temple God has blessed me with.

I use the age-old excuse of time - "where did the time go?", "I don't have time", yada, yada, yada - rubbish (that's for you, Stef). My time for daily renewal should come from my first fruits. The first hours of my day. The First Efforts of my existence... not the remainders.

I don't like left-overs, I admit I don't eat left-overs... I know it is wasteful, yet I can't seem to talk myself into eating them. Why do I expect God to take my offering of left-overs?