As a Mom, I’m used to eating last. Most of us are. Our lives revolve around our families, our husbands, our children….serve the man of the house, cut up the babies food, portion out the servings for each member.

And then we hope and pray that our food is still warm when we get to eat it. I don’t like cold dinner, don’t care for lukewarm either. I want it hot.

In our Sunday school lessons the last few weeks, and in my Bible time every day, I’m used to reading about the kings that start out good (if they start out good at all…) and then somewhere along the lines, they fail, they fall away.

What makes us do that? What makes us lukewarm? What makes us ON FIRE, and then cool? What happens?

For some of us, we get distracted. Things of the world are nice…shiny…pretty…and we are distracted. Our jobs take our time. Our family takes our time. We have to find time to squeeze in our work outs, or golf, girl time, boys nights, dates with our spouses, PTA, parent-teacher conferences, vacations….

…and somehow, our time spent with God grows less and less. It’s a hassle to get up 30 minutes early when you don’t get enough sleep as it is. Our break times or lunches are growing shorter and shorter and the work piling up….I’ll read my Bible tomorrow.

It’s easy to put it off and let it go. God’s not hounding me like my boss/spouse/kids are…

For some, it isn’t even time, it’s just laziness. I don’t want to do what it takes to stay close to God.

For some, it’s selfishness. In my line of work, I see a lot of this: I see parents drop off as early as they can before they have to be at work and then pick up at the very last second. I see parents who have days off every week and yet every day, I have the child. I understand wanting to run some errands alone occasionally, I do. I understand wanting to drop off on your day off so you can take a nap, get your hair and nails done, do some laundry without interruption. I get it. But when it happens ALWAYS, and the child knows their parents are going back home….I see their face. The look of knowing. The look of sadness. The feeling of rejection. And then, the saddest of all, the look of resignation.

I put that face to my Savior’s face. When you put that on Him, you desire to get up early. You desire to spend time with Him. You will set aside whatever you need to do, in order to continuously build that relationship.

Yes, I’m aware it’s a stretch, but it works for me. I do what works for me. I do not want MY SELFISHNESS to come before the Creator of the Universe.

Yes, Holy Father….I’m aware You put the bill on the duck-billed platypus….I know You parted a SEA……our timing is off because You made time go BACKWARDS….but could You hold on a few months? I wanna do MY THING for a while…ya know…..I’ll get back to You and stuff….maybe next year at CAMP….

Yeah, that’s not gonna cut it. I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to be that person.

So I’m trying. I’m not perfect, I’ve missed a few days of Quiet times here and there, but I caught up, and apologized. I desire my Savior’s company. I desire His words. Not for anything He does for me, not for anything He can give me….out of love.

I thank Him for what I have. I thank Him for what He’s done. And I thank Him for where He’s taking me.

And I don’t want to miss His company.