Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Doin' What Comes Natur'lly

Yesterday morning, I had a MOPS meeting. If you've never heard of MOPS, it stands for Mothers of Preschoolers. Loving caretakers watch the kids for a couple of hours while moms have meaningful adult conversation. And food. It's brilliant.

Anyway, we do a thing called Great Minds (the name changes based on the year's theme). Each mom gets up and shares a few meaningful facts about themselves based on a short questionnaire that, this year, was my doing. Since the theme this year is "Momology: The Art and Science of Mothering," one of the questions is, "Are you more an art person or a science person?"

It was my turn to share yesterday. Again, my doing, since it was my birthday and I decided that was the day I'd share. I'm definitely a more artsy person—I write, I perform, etc. Easy question. I then shared that I'm not bad at sciencey things, but it did take me three tries to find a college-level science class I could pass. Thank goodness for astronomy, right?

When I came home and thought about what I said, I realized it made me sound like a dummy. I thought back over the classes I took, like geology. Rocks aren't that boring. It was the lab that killed me. I don't care about how to map ground water! I'm pretty sure that was the exact point I dropped the class.

It wasn't that I couldn't do it. I could have. It just wasn't easy. I've learned over the years that I'm the type who likes to do things that come easily to me. I think one of the reasons I was an English major is that I've always been good at language arts stuff—reading, writing, understanding literature. I'm a bright gal. In theory, I could have chosen a more challenging route. Maybe not engineering or something, but maybe law school. Or I could have actually pursued a career in journalism. But chasing stories sounds like work.

I realized a long time ago that I don't like to work hard.

Don't get me wrong; I don't mind working. I just don't want to work hard. In journalism, I want stories to show up on my doorstep. Actually, I really like editorial stuff. Doesn't require much work, just my opinion.

I'm also really lousy at keeping up relationships. It requires work! You have to call people and talk to them. You have to remember birthdays, which I'm terrible at. Thank goodness for Facebook's reminders! I have friends I adore and I think of often, but somehow it doesn't cross my mind to call or e-mail them. It's terrible.

God gets the same lack of effort in our relationship. I have to read his Word—his love letter to me, which sounds appealing. But that requires time and effort. I have to talk to him. Daily. Ugh! Work! 

Don't look for shortcuts to God. The market is flooded with surefire, easygoing formulas for a successful life that can be practiced in your spare time. Don't fall for that stuff, even though crowds of people do. The way to life—to God!—is vigorous and requires total attention. (Matthew 7:13-14, The Message)

Bah. Work. This is the problem. Hell is easier now, but Heaven is easier for eternity. I think I have a hard time picturing eternity. It's that short-sighted humanness of mine again. 

I've got to go. I have some work to do.


  1. Seriously, I'm starting to think we were separated at birth. Okay maybe not, I bet I'm older than you! :)

    Anyway I so take the easy route too. And like you I am learning God would like us to actually USE the gifts he gave us. Go figure?

  2. Why is it that even the good things have a tendency to become work? God has been calling me to spend time in His Word... but suddenly, it has become another "should" to add to the list which overwhelms me everyday.

  3. Are you a first born? I always blamed my tendancies to "drop" what I'm not good at immediately to being a first born perfectionist. Relationships are hard for me too, but exercise is what I avoid the most. It's just so much work!

  4. I'm not actually a first born. I have an older sister, but she's nine years older than me, so I did have a lot of years of being the only kid in the house. I don't think I'm a perfectionist, either, which is sad. lol Just lazy! No other excuses!


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