Monday, November 8, 2010

Thief

The computer has stolen my life. It has stolen my time. It has stolen who I was made to be. And the sad thing is that I let it. In fact, I willingly chose to give those things away.

Ironic that I'd by typing this on the very machine I am accusing of robbing me.

I'm just going to check my e-mail real quick. I just need to see what so-and-so is doing, so I need to check facebook. I should check cnn to see what is going on in the world. Oh, look! So-and-so wrote a new blog! I had better read it or I might hurt her feelings.

And before I know it, moments, hours, even days are gone. Missing. The computer has become more important than real life. Checking in on other people has become more important than checking in on the ones God has entrusted to me.

The thought of turning it off makes me sweat. The thought of walking away for a while makes my heart beat fast. I've become so consumed with the unimportant, and I don't know how to let it go.

So instead, I let my housework go. I let the needs of my children and husband go. I let my Bible reading go. I let my prayer life go.

I let myself go.

And for what? For what have I sacrificed my family and my home and my GOD? For facebook? For gmail? For cnn?

How far am I willing to go to get back the things that matter? How uncomfortable am I willing to be?

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