I promise that I will eventually return to writing my own content instead of just linking to Mothers of Many Saints all the time. But Hope has a new post up that I thought was such a good point and just what I needed to hear today that I had to pass it on. She bases her post on this thought from St. Escriva:
Conquer yourself each day from the very first moment, getting up on the dot, at a set time, without granting a single minute to laziness. If with the help of God, you conquer yourself in the moment, you have accomplished a great deal for the rest of the day. It’s so discouraging to find yourself beaten in the first skirmish.
Another quote that I need to tattoo on my forehead. Anyway, Hope candidly goes on to write that she was not able to step up to her “heroic moment” this morning, and thus missed that first opportunity we all have to joyfully offer our day to God.
Even though I’ve technically been trying to live each moment of my days prayerfully in tune with God, it actually hadn’t occurred to me to start doing so first thing in the morning. To say that I’m not a morning person is the understatement of the year, and I always sort of think of it like the seeking of God’s will starts around 8:30, after I’ve been up a while and have had some sort of caffeinated beverage.
It makes so much sense, then, that I often have trouble feeling in tune with God for the rest of the day. When my first moments upon waking involve giving in to sloth and indulging in thoughts of self-pity, it can’t help but have an influence on the tone of the rest of the day.
So this gives me a lot to think about. Immediately, joyfully turning our thoughts to God…FIRST thing? Like right when the alarm goes off? Even if we feel as energetic and mentally alert as a wet sponge? I’m going to try it tomorrow. I am going to attempt to win that first skirmish, as St. Escriva describes it, and seek God even before I seek the snooze button. We’ll see how it goes. I’ll report back tomorrow.
=== UPDATE: Sloth 1, Me 0 ===
We had this really crazy night last night involving fire alarms randomly going off, scorpions, and my toddler waking up crying in the middle of the night to ask me who that man was who was looking in his window (just a bad dream, but creepy nonetheless).
When I first awoke, I actually did turn my thoughts to God. I thought, “Thank you God for this day. I’m going to get up in a sec, I’m just going to roll over and put this pillow here over my head for a minute while I pray…” and went back to sleep for 45 minutes. Niiiiice.
This is going to be a lot harder than I thought.
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