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.