We were on our way to church this morning, and we weren't talking because a certain 2 year old of ours likes to sing loudly... and off key... so conversations are challenging at best. Instead, my mind wandered to an episode of Bones I watched the other day. I was trying to remember the plot and whodunnit. Then, I realized that that is a serious waste of mental capacity. Sure, if I was pondering the news and solving the world's woes, that might've been productive. But I wasn't. And it wasn't.
It got me to thinking. I've been a little bit of a rebel after a legalistic Christian experience I had a few years ago. I think spiritual discipline has it's place, but a rigid schedule for a relationship with my Savior didn't make sense to me. So I kind of gave it up. In fact, the term "quiet time" makes me cringe. That's not to say that I don't pray. I sort of pray all day. When people come to mind or when fears try to
creep in, I lift them up because I know God is listening. But the callouses on my knees are from cleaning grout with a toothbrush and pulling weeds in the garden, not spiritual fervor.
However, I think I've decided to start reading my Bible during naptime. Or maybe I'll listen to it online (instead of watching Bones). My reason is not to fulfill some religious obligation. Rather, I want the plot running in my mind to be about forgiveness, grace, and hope. I want to have His words continually on my lips (I'm pretty sure that's in Psalm 119 somewhere) and I want to renew my mind (that's in one of Paul's letters).
Oh I'll still Watch Instantly while I fold clothes from time to time... it's a welcome diversion.