When discipline is hard…

Can I just have a moment today to share some honesty on the homefront?  We’ve been having some trouble keeping up with our chores around our home.  My kids like to go, go, go.  They like to play, play, play.  They love to have fun, and their joy is contagious and brings me so much joy in return.  But they don’t like to clean, clean, clean.   I mean, look at how rough it is to just organize some stuffed animals… 🙂

 

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No matter how many chore charts I’ve tried, reminders I give, or – let’s face it – nagging that comes out of my mouth, nothing seems to help some days.  It becomes a frustration for me because I know the investment I’ve made into this house, the costs it takes to replace things that are broken or worn down, and the results of negligence.  They don’t.  And try as I might, they just don’t get it.

So, once again, for what seems like the 25th time, I’ve been trying to find a better system where they take better responsibility for their things.  We’ve had several chats lately about stepping up to help more, now that they are older and capable of more than they realize.  I’ve made new lists for them to try to keep themselves more accountable. I keep hoping and praying they grasp it one of these days.

But then, I take a breath and remember… I’m still learning some of these same lessons myself in other ways.

Discipline.  It’s not fun.  Not the discipline that seems to mean “consequence” for one’s actions, of course.  But not the discipline that means commitment either.  That “stick to it” ness that usually needs to happen before success is obtained.  For example…

I desire to complete a 200-mile running challenge and obtain my medal.  But it will be a long time before I see the reward, so I’ve often felt like moving on to a different kind of exercise long before I’m anywhere near close to accomplishing this goal.

I desire to write a book, but when I have time to write, it often sounds more fun to meet a friend for coffee, or go window shop at a favorite store.

I desire to eat a salad each day for lunch, but that gets boring, and some other food that’s a lot less healthy often looks more appealing.

I desire to spend more time in prayer before starting my day, but a rough night of little sleep the night before makes sleeping in a little longer seem a little more important. 

 

We all have our own areas where discipline is so very challenging.  I wish I could see the bigger perspective that God sees.  Wouldn’t that be nice?  It would help bring so much encouragement to keep on going as we see the end results seeming more worth it.  Yet, we walk and move by faith, and that means pressing on even when we can’t see what lies ahead.  It means trusting that He will complete the work that He started in us.  It means knowing what we’ve been called to, and that we have the daily choice as to whether to continue living out that call.

And that call requires discipline.  But it also means a lot of His grace.  Our Father knows that we are weak and won’t follow through on things in our own human strength.  He forgives, loves, and encourages us in small ways to keep on pressing on.

So I’m also choosing some grace with my kids today, knowing that each one of us will probably struggle with discipline in some way, because we live on this earth full of distractions and lesser important things that tend to pull at us.

Oh, and by the way – I’m four miles away from finally completing that 200-mile challenge.  So be encouraged, my friends.   In whatever you are trying to accomplish right now, the discipline is so worth it!

Now, to get working on that book…

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