I used to be unfathomably lazy.
Example: I used to share one of the largest bedrooms in the house with my younger sisters Brooke and Becky. When my dad would send us upstairs to clean the room before we were allowed to eat breakfast (clean rooms were a big deal, something that I have taken to my adulthood...) I would lay on the bed with a handful of fruit snacks, delegating jobs. My sisters used to be excited for the game, faces full of joy and eager anticipation. They fell for the "whoever cleans the most, fastest, WINS!!!" They would cheer and trash talk and wait in a runners stance for me to start the notorious 'ten second tidy.'
Like I said, my sisters were running around the huge room picking up laundry, organizing books, scrubbing toothpaste out of the sink, and being conscious to listen to my seven minute "Ten second" countdown. Flash to me: Leader of the room. On the bed. Hanging upside down. Reading Girls Life magazine. Eating fruit snacks.
They caught on soon enough. I would introduce the game all chipper and sly, just the same. "whoever cleans the most, fastest, WINS!!!!!!!"
"What do we win?"
" I don't want gum. I wan't a dollar."
"No, a dollar."
Hopefully you can grasp the laziness my poor mother had to deal with. Thankfully, when I left for college I realized if I leave something out, it will stay out. If I don't vacuum the floor, it will not get vacuumed. I am proud to say I am now a bit of a neat freak. And I like to get things all the way done so they are out of the way. I do, however, recognize that I was born with a spirit of laziness. It seems fine and harmless and thankfully I did grow out of it, but it is still deep down something I am prone to. I could totally sit on the couch for five hours a day, reading fashion blogs and looking for inspiration with HGTV or Bravo on in the background. I could skip a workout no sweat if it means spending some more time in that aforementioned scenario...but I do not let myself do that anymore.
God knew what he was doing when he created my husband and I for each other. Because he doesn't even know what lazy means. He is one of the most hardworking people I know. I do know part of it comes with being a professional athlete, but he has inspired me to be more disciplined and a work-til-it's done type of person. in my Bible Study this morning, I came across a verse that I always keep close to my heart:
"I went by the field of the lazy man, and by the vineyard of the man devoid of understanding. And there it was, all overgrown with thorns; It's surface was covered with nettles, It's stone wall was broken down. When I saw it, I considered it well; I looked on it and received instruction:
A little sleep, a little slumber
A little folding of the hands to rest;
So shall your poverty become like a prowler,
And your need like an armed man."
This has been my inspiration to remind me why I will never return to laziness. As the verse says, it just takes a little "folding of the hands" (laying on the couch) and a little sleep and slumber (skipping a morning workout...) to have poverty and need creep up on you. We must take care of ourselves and make a commitment to be hard working. Hopefully this is a blessing to your day!