Creating Discipline

There is a book I went through several years ago called The Celebration of Discipline by Richard Harris. It discusses several disciplines in the Christian Life. Many I'm afraid our missing in today's church culture.

But I don't want to talk about the Christian church culture today. (Maybe one day, but not today.)

Rather, I want to discuss discipline. Rather, my lack of it.

It came to mind this morning in Sunday School, where we're spending the month learning from one of the elders on prayer, where Richard Harris's book was mentioned. Sadly the only thing I could remember from that book was my relief and excitement that meditation was included as a discipline! (Another bunny trail for another day.)

I still have my copy. I need to find it and start going through it again . . . but I'm getting off track.

Distractable? Yes. Quite . . . Why do you ask?

Does life set you up on the path it wants you to go down sometimes? While I was attempting to get my menu for the coming week set up I came across an e-book I had downloaded a while back.

21 Days to a More Disciplined Life

Now I've not read the whole book. I think I've read the introduction and first chapter a million times. Swearing that THIS time I'm really going to go through it.

As many of you who've read my previous blogs know, I'm not so good at this blogging thing. I say I'm going to start something and . . . then I never come back. (I am queen of the orphaned blogs . . . not proud of it. <----Lack of discipline anyone?)

That being said, I say with great uncertainty and quivering fingers, I am going to take the next 21 days (starting today) and work my way through this e-book, right here, on this blog.

I can hear my Italian's voice in my head. "Talk is cheap" You see he's not unfamiliar with my declarations and lack of follow through.

I'm tempted to simply shrug my shoulders and say "Eh. I am my father's daughter! What do you expect?"

My Daddy and I on my wedding day.

I am my father's daughter, there is no doubt about that. I have almost every ounce of his personality; the good, the bad and the ugly of it. BUT I've had the benefit of recognizing that fairly early on being able to learn from his mistakes. Not that I haven't repeated a lot of them . . .

I'm getting off track again aren't I?

My Italian is summoning me to bed, so I'll have to finish tomorrow.

Good night!

(You don't decline or ignore an Italian summoning!)