If I had to describe my New Year’s resolutions for this year in one word, it would be “constructive.” I want the things that I do to serve a useful purpose. That’s not to say that I’ve been useless in previous years, it’s just that I haven’t been as effective as I’d like to be (welcome to the club, right?). This year, I want that to change. I desire to be more productive in the things that matter. I want to love more, give more, save more, lose more, and just plain accomplish more. Oh, and did I mention that I want to do it all with less? “More for less”––sounds like a TJ Maxx ad. Here’s what I mean:
Less impatience, more restraint
Goal: Too subjective to measure so get off my back already! (Sorry, I guess I got my work cut out for me.)
Less calories taken in, more pounds taken off
Goal: Me minus 20 lbs. (or 5 slices of pizza per week, same thing)
Less spending, more saving
Goal: Cut my specialty coffee / dining out expense in half (my belt size too)
Less debt, more freedom
Goal: A slave to lender no longer (except for mortgage)
Less TV, more time (for God, family, and my dream)
Goal: Read through entire Bible, do not neglect my family, post blog three times weekly, and write a book to have ready for publication
Less of me, more of Him
Goal: Take up my cross daily. (And two aspirin ‘cause I’m already getting overwhelmed.)
WOW! Sounds like less leisure, more exhaustion. What about you? Are your goals for 2009 big or small . . . audacious or cautious . . . lofty or puny . . . ambitious or attainable . . . more or less?
Here’ s some inspiration from Pastor Steven Furtick:
I’m sorry to say that your dreams are too small too. You serve the God of inexhaustible, all sufficient, overflowing resource. Whatever you might imagine God wants to do through your life in your most faith-filled, bold, reckless moments, multiply it by 10. Take it to the 100th power. Double it again. Now you’re starting to uncover a fraction of the blueprint God has already drawn up.
Sometimes, under the guise of getting wiser, growing deeper, or waiting on God, we let our audacity atrophy and set the stuff that made us special on the shelf. That must really insult God. After we’ve already seen Him part seas, kill giants, and multiply fish and loaves, we should be more inclined to push our chips to the center of the table, not less!
It turns out God isn’t intimidated by my big requests. He is insulted by my puny ones.