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“Team-No Excuses”

I’ve been dragging my feet from overwhelming responsibilities, goal-oriented activities and family centered tasks. I had everything I needed for a full force take off, but I couldn’t find my rhythm. No matter what I tried, my “center” was out of balance. It literally takes all day to do-nothing! I’m always busy but have failed to produce anything meaningful for my personal satisfaction.

Today, I was determined to spend sometime in meditation to explore the root of my distractions. Some reasons were obvious, but others, not so much. I secretly wondered, if I was unrealistic about the outside demands I placed on myself. I felt the urgent sense of NOW in my spirit but my energy was suffering.

God spoke, but was I listening or was I thrown off by the mountain of surrounding family issues? I just learned how to separate my pain from others. It was way past time to exit their story and to start living my own! What was the hold up? Did I feel guilty about moving on? Maybe, but I didn’t have another decade to figure it out. I was already behind schedule!

Fresh manna dropped daily, so what was the problem? God said, “you’re trying too hard!” I wasn’t fully committed—to me! I failed to give my undivided attention to personal projects, because they still hadn’t become a top priority. Everyone else claimed my attention.

Well, after two phenomenal back to back meetings today, I literally, felt the Earth shake underneath me. God downloaded and I pulled double duty, listening attentively.

Sometimes, all it takes is for us to say things aloud and God will send immediate correction. 

I rambled from a past place of failures with doubt and insecurities present.

I tried to justify stagnation with blind excuses.

I refused to receive what I needed because I still felt defeated.

I attempted to find reason to terminate the process before it got started. 

I was afraid to be stretched.

During my reflection and meditation on tonight, God revealed some of my ugly truths. He showed me a vision of a lady that went to the emergency room for acute treatment, but she turned the “waiting room” into her new, comfortable residence. 

But who goes to the hospital to hide from the physician? 

In fact, who asks God for help but then refuses treatment!

It’s time to move from excuses to execution.

“For the Lord will be your confidence, and will keep your foot from being caught.”

—-Proverbs 3:26






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