“Life is to be lived, not
controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain
defeat.”
“The opportunity of
defeating the enemy is provided by the enemy himself.”
“I can’t do it.”
It’s too much.”
“It’s too hard.”
“I’ve overreached.”
“I’ve bitten off more than I can
chew.”
“I’m not ready.”
“I don’t have the self-discipline.”
“I don’t have the experience.”
“I don’t have the time.”
“I don’t have the resources.”
“I was too ambitious.”
“I don’t think before I commit to
something.”
There we go. I think that’s it. I think those are all the arguments the
Enemy has for me. It uses the
pronoun “I” because if it says “you” I will recognize it immediately as the
Enemy, as the liar it is. But when
it says “I,” I think I am telling myself these things and therefore they must
be true. The interesting thing is
that any one of those arguments could be true. I might have taken on too much. The Enemy knows that there’s some truth in those
thoughts. It knows that I am
discouraged and then it starts getting nasty, personal, and hateful. It wasn’t finished after all. The Enemy then says the following:
“I’m going to
embarrass myself.”
“I’m foolish.”
“I’m stupid.”
“I’m worthless.”
“I’m a loser.”
“I will never
amount to anything.”
“I will die broke,
alone, unloved, and unremembered.”
There’s no truth
in those thoughts, but because I’ve given into the half-truths, I’m vulnerable
to the lies.
And yet…
And yet…
Here I sit. Doing my work.
Maybe I can’t do
this.
But I’m doing it
now.
And that’s all
that matters.
The future doesn’t
matter.
The past doesn’t
matter.
Only this moment
matters. Only the fact that I’m
doing my work matters. If I don’t
do it later or if I give up in the future, it doesn’t matter because that’s all
imaginary.
What matters is
this moment.
What matters is
this work.
The Enemy tried a
little too hard and suddenly I realized what was happening. I was even able to turn its tactics
against itself. I took its words
and used them to do my work. I
used those words to motivate me and not allow them to defeat me.
Here’s the other
thing to remember: I don’t have to
worry about a future in which I am filled with regret about the past, because
even then, even if I’m on my deathbed and can’t speak, I can commune with God
and He will forgive all my shortcomings and somehow, in some way, He will give
me another chance. But until then,
every moment I have now is a moment to Get Started and Keep Going. I don’t have to listen to the
half-truths. It doesn’t matter if
I can’t do this. It only matters
that I am doing this now.
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