30 September 2009

Wasting Time

So I'm pretty sure God doesn't like facebook, my blog or even the internet in general.

Okay. I really don't believe that.

But it might be true that God is not okay with the amount of time I waste on facebook in comparison to the amount of time I spend studying Him. And I kind of doubt He appreciates the number of times I check my blog as compared to the number of times I seek His face. Or the amount of time I spend sitting at the computer compared to the number of times I get away from the computer and actually do the good deeds I am supposed to be doing.

Because if He was in favor of my computer time, why would it be that every time my bum meets the blue straight-back-most-uncomfortable-for-typing-chair
it is suddenly dinner time or
the phone rings or
Riley suddenly needs the internet for school research or
Magnus pees in the kids' bedroom or
Fox poops some colossal amount of excrement that seeps through his cutest onesie or
Piper draws on her legs with black pen or
Mosely falls off the swing outside?


Those things really do happen. (Sometimes all in one afternoon. Like this afternoon.)


The truth is, my theology really does not include the view that God hates technology

but

I do think that I waste a lot of time that could be better spent elsewhere.

I justify it by feeding Fox while I use the computer. But even if I kept my online time to exclusively during nursing times only (which I don't) that would still be pretty excessive.

So I am going to start this instead.

I put some books in places all over the house where I could feed my son much more comfortably to encourage me to spend my forced sitting time more wisely.

My favorite Henri Nouwen book on the shelf beside the chair in Wilder's bedroom - mid-morning nursing.

Viktor Frankl's Man's Search for Meaning (I'll be posting about this soon) on the barrel beside the chair in our bedroom - afternoon nursing.

And by the side of our bed for early morning and later evening nursings - an old favorite, My Utmost For His Highest by Oswald Chambers and the original . . . the Bible itself.


Now I don't nurse Otto in the bathroom, but I do occasionally get to use the facilities - albeit briefly - so in there I even stuck A Year With C.S. Lewis: Daily Devotional Readings.

I'm not saying this will completely cure my condition.

But it sure couldn't hurt.

6 comments:

  1. Lacey, you may think you are wasting time , but let me assure you that your blogs touch people and your love for God shows through. I get inspired reading about your day and seeing how you praise God even it the most trying times. You truly inspire me and I hope you realize that you have a gift and God is okay with the medium in which you have found to praise him. Its not a waste of time!!!!

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  2. Yes, I do struggle with this. Very hard to keep in balance! Can't wait to hear your thoughts on Frankl's book! Thanks for "wasting" time and posting to your blog, by the way. It's a favorite place to check out when getting my morning going! Love it : )!

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  3. i do struggle with me and God time. I need to do what you do and surround myself around his word!

    so i am not traveling to ashville any for work, bu i might sneak a trip in this fall for a weekend to get away... i will let you know!
    maggie

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  4. Ouch. You are right on. And I am in the same boat as you. Especially during nursing! Hahaha! But you're absolutely right. It's a waste of time. Even if we're encouraging people or challenging others in their faith. We aren't seeking His face, digging into the Word, or doing anything that will cause us to grow closer to Him. Thanks for the reminder... and thanks for your insight and thoughts as you walk with Jesus. You are a blessing!

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  5. That is so funny, I have Upmost right by my toilet and also my other devotionals I get from church each month! That is too funny that you do too, but sometimes that is the only time I have to read! :) Crack me up!

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  6. queen of wasting time right here....that is why i get stuck writing papers until 3 am....why? why do i torture myself??? sheesh....

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