Attitude, lesson number five.
I encourage you to read Ashley's blog on the following scenario the Lord “provided us” the day before we taught on the topic as an example of where we had to choose our attitude. I started to blog on it but discovered I was still choosing my attitude regarding the situation. Maybe in time I'll write about the day where I learned new insights about how I lead, how I follow and how my attitude impacts others.
Adding up a favorable location in Antigua, comfortable accommodations, great company in the women of my Squad and the teachers at my ministry site I find I am a bit perplexed at my attitude/demeanor this month. I am upbeat enough but not elated. Content to be here but not torn up about leaving. Were there ever a time to respond to the question, “how are you” with “fine” it would be now. Not great, not bad just plain old bland, fine.
Somehow that makes me, sad? Like I feel like I should feel more but I don’t.
It wasn’t until I realized that if the Race were a marathon I would be heading toward mile 22 that the pieces started to fit together. I do not want to be but I too am tired. Not tired of the Race, I love the Race and the people and the experience, but simply tired.
For me the Race feels so much like my running days. I am going to finish. Come hell or high water I’ll cross that finish line. But my cadence right now, we’ll let’s just stay my turn over is slow. It may even be dabbling in a shuffle but it is a mighty shuffle!
Many, many moons ago when I ran a marathon I distinctly remember mile 23. They served cerveza and miniature Snickers. Obviously, if you know me, you know I took two Snickers. Oh man, were they good!
As we get ready to go to Honduras I find myself sad that Guatemala doesn’t hold more in my heart but excited for what is ahead. In short, I am hopeful for Honduran Snickers. And it is that hope that is helping to change my attitude.
