Let’s start with the prayer I’d like to call my own at the end of each day.
From a reading in “Devotions for Lent,” a wonderful booklet we’re using at Covenant Church in Palm Bay, these words I’d like us to sincerely pray at the end of today, and every day: “Forgive me, most gracious Lord and Father, if this day I have done or said anything to increase the pain of the world. Pardon the unkind word, the impatient gesture, the hard and selfish deed, the failure to show sympathy and kindly help where I have had the opportunity, but missed it; and enable me so to live that I may daily do something to lessen the tide of human sorrow, and add to the sum of human happiness.” (E.B. Meyer, 1847-1929)
Lately, the word intentionality has come into my realm of thinking. As humans, we have the ability to act rather than to simply react. We have a conscience. If we’re actively living the Christian life, we have, to some degree or other, sanctification, where we are intentionally trying to live the life Jesus modeled for us and the scriptures instruct. We are reminded by James to bridle our tongues, by Jesus to be meek and longsuffering, and by Paul to live the model of Corinthians 13 love. But oh, the stain of sin that inhibits what our minds know when our emotions get involved.
It’s when we’ve been hurt that we lash out. It’s when we’ve been ignored that we rile against injustice. It’s when we’ve disagreed that we become disagreeable. So, I’m hoping that by being proactive in becoming an encourager I can prevent the suffering I feel when I’ve missed the mark. I’m hoping that by intentionally taking steps in faith that I can become a more positive influence on my family and even the strangers at my gates, that I will have less to feel guilty about at day’s end.
No matter what, I’ll never attain perfection. I’ve finally rooted out that evil concept which enslaved me for so many years. I am not, never was, never will be perfect, even at this latest attempt to better myself. That’s why I pray that Jesus will cover my really bad attempts, even the failures, by His perfect grace, and that He will help me restrain my actions and my tongue so that I can serve as His light and salt to a world filled with the selfishness of entitlement and the Me First attitude so pervasive everywhere I look. Amen and Amen, God Help Me!
A career teacher, with forty years of teaching language arts/English, Betty Jackson enjoys wordsmithing, writing, and reading as a vocation and avocation.Retirement is her "age of frosting," a chance to pursue postponed hobbies with gusto. She especially sends kudos to the Space Coast Writers Guild members for their encouragement and advice. Her five books, It's a God Thing!, Job Loss: What's Next? A Step by Step Action Plan, and Bless You Bouquets: A Memoir, And God Chose Joseph: A Christmas Story, and Rocking Chair Porch: Summers at Grandma's are available at Amazon.com. Ms. Jackson is available to speak to local groups and to offer her books at discount for fundraising purposes at her discretion. She and her husband soon celebrate their 47th anniversary, and have lived in New York, New Jersey, Iowa, and now the paradise of Palm Bay, Florida. Their two grown children and daughter-in-love, all orchestra musicians, and our beautiful granddaughters Kaley and Emily live nearby. Hobbies, and probably future topics on her blog: gardening, symphonic music (especially supporting the Space Coast Symphony Orchestra as a volunteer and proud parent of a violinist, a cellist, and an oboist), singing, book clubs, and co-teaching a weekly small-group Bible study for seniors. She volunteers and substitute teaches at Covenant Christian School, and serves as a board member of the Best Yet Set senior group at church. Foundationally, she daily enjoys God's divine appointments called Godincidences, which show God's providence and loving kindness.