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Not Too Late

When I’m at the gym and there’s an elderly person next to me on the elliptical--killin it, I’m always a little embarrassed. I mean they could literally do laps around me without breaking a sweat, while I’ve dragged myself out of bed just to say, "I made it here today." I guess in my mind, I’ve earned some invisible pat on the back for effort or something! However, my little bragging rights are short lived when I peep their willpower, perseverance and tenacity to go the distance. Plain and simple--ain’t no stopping them! 

As I sat quietly to get some work done, this early morning scenario rang heavily throughout my spirit. We could learn a lot from our predecessors if we just took the time to listen. If we weren’t so dismissive in the company of our elders, we could learn to really endure, without falling all to pieces everytime we stump a toe. 

I’m all for the innovative ideas of the new millennials, but there’s something about "traditional work ethics" that appeal to the procrastinator that lies dormant within when the alarm clock goes off at 5 am and I choose to press snooze. It’s something extraordinary about those last few minutes of sleep that ends up causing me to short change myself at the end of the day. I literally "run out of time" before I get it all done.

Do you ever make excuses for your lack of discipline?

Do you sit stewing in stagnation due to lack of priorities?

Do you hide out in the "closet of defeat" because you fail to put the work in for you (after you’ve worked for others all day)?

It’s not too late to start again.

It’s not too late to try again.

It’s not too late, just do "it" again.

Those lame old excuses are costing you more than your time. They’re costing you--your health, happiness, and productivity. You can’t reach new levels when your hands are full of yesterday’s junk! 

If you really want to progress, then promote yourself to a higher level of faith. In other words, put your faith to work. You got this!

Don’t sell yourself short because you refuse to "show up" to work your dreams, visions and goals.

Position yourself for God’s best.

It’s not too late.

"Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks it will be opened." --Matthew 7:7-8 ESV

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