Last night he picked “Halfway Herbert” to read. Herbert has a problem. He only does things half way.
I live my life in halves…
The house is always halfway clean. Dinner is almost halfway made. We’re halfway through the Hardy Boys book.
But what else? Am I parenting halfway? Am I loving Jeremy halfway? Am I a halfway friend? What about my time with Him? Am I doing it halfway too?
A life lived in half can’t be fully lived.
And the only way to live fully must be to cut out some of the halves.
Have I become complacent at everything and excellent at nothing?
We are burning ourselves out.
Then this… “With my whole heart I seek you; let me not wander from your commandments! “(Psalm 119:10)
Not half but whole. Seeking Him with my whole heart. Trusting Him wholly. Saying yes to where He leads, so I can give up the halves.
How much of Himself did He offer for me? His whole self. How could I offer anything else?