Beep-beep-beep the alarm clock blares once again.
It’s a daily cycle I’ve found myself in. Just 10 more minutes. As if those 10 minutes would restore me. As if they’ll really make a difference in my alertness. As if they’ll clear my day of responsibilities.
But each time I hit snooze I sacrifice my God time for my selfish comfort and laziness.
How many things do I hit snooze to interactions throughout my day when God was blaring His alarm at me? A conversation that will have to wait for later. A homeless person who can’t have my latte money. My own husband who wants me to look at him instead of staring at my phone.
God has given me much, but I’m willing to give him only what is convenient. The left overs.
It’s like the child who stands in the doorway of the grocery store, and looking up to his father reaches out his hand. Without a second thought, the father reaches into his pocket to give his child a few coins. He clasps the coins in his hand for his journey over to the red kettle where he gives. He doesn’t pause to contemplate the vending machine with quarter toys and bubble gum. He gives like a child who knows that his father has given him these coins so that he can share them with someone else. He trusts that his father will provide for his needs, too.
It’s a constant process of seeking a changed posture to how I approach the day, and perhaps it starts with that first snooze.
Lord, make me more aware of the people you put in front of me today. Help me to sacrifice my control for your will.