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Taxes and Time with the Father

My apologies for not posting this past week. I am still playing the game of catch-up after being down with yet another sinus infection and am also paying for not keeping better records for taxes in 2010. Ugh! Every year I vow to do better at that, and somewhere around April or May, I forget all about tax records and then sprint in January to make up for it. It's finally done and I have vowed once again not to let it happen again! Ten minutes each month can save me a ton of time in January. (Ask me in May how I'm doing.)


This reminds me of how I am in my Christian walk at times. I vow to read my bible and pray more. And I do well for a while but somewhere along the way I settle back into my rut only to regret it later. It's just like my record keeping, daily commitment can save me heartache later.


I forget the headache from January when I’m enjoying the sunshine in June. Just like I forget the importance of being organized and keeping good records, I forget the benefits of God. I forget that the only way to fullness is through Him. I feel the heartaches and emptiness when I have neglected to spend time with the Father in previous months.


It’s good to be organized but really, in view of eternity, it doesn’t matter if I am prepared in January or not; what does matter is if I have been walking with God daily. I will “rise before dawn and cry for help”.


I’d love to hear about your time with God, the blessings and struggles of staying consistent in daily time with your Father.


John 10:10
The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy;
I have come that they may have life,
and have it to the full.

Psalm 109:1-5
1Praise the LORD, my soul;
all my inmost being, praise his holy name. 
Praise the LORD, my soul,
and forget not all his benefits— 
who forgives all your sins
and heals all your diseases, 
who redeems your life
from the pit and crowns you
with love and compassion, 
who satisfies your desires
with good things so that your youth
is renewed like the eagle’s.

Psalm 119:147
I rise before dawn and cry for help;
I have put my hope in your word.








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  1. It seems we all struggle with being consistant in the word and praying,like you said it starts off good but then lessons as the months go by. I too am really trying to make it so much a part of my day like brushing my teeth, I do not forget that to often :). I do not push myself on Sat and Sun but really have been finding that I am missing that time and can not wait to get back to the schedule.I do not alway do it at the same time but I do try to think ahead of time to what my day looks like tomorrow so where will I be able to put it in so it is not forgotten altogether. I pray with a prayer journal of so many on each day and then family and special request everyday, I love that time, remembering to give time for gratefulness and thanksgiving. I will pray that it will be better and more consistant. I love you and miss you. mom

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