“We hear that some among you are idle. They are not busy; they are busybodies.” 2 Thessolonians 3:11
“If you want to be somebody else, change your mind.” –Sister Hazel
I struggle with control issues on a regular basis. I want things done my way, every time. You would think that would mean that I do everything myself, to ensure it’s done right, but that’s not the case. I’m also a bit lazy, so I commission my husband to do a lot of the things that I want done. My way. Every time.
In short, I’m a nag.
Don’t people like me drive you batty? I know they annoy me, and I am one. Know-it-alls that will tell you how to do everything but refuse to help accomplish the task at hand themselves. Or, worse yet, people who constantly bitch about their living situation, but do nothing to change it. They hate their job, they hate their roommate, they hate their sister’s dog, they hate Susan Boyle…okay, that last one was a stretch, but you get the point. They piss and moan about how God-awful their lives are, but they do nothing to change it. The church they attend has a crap youth program, but when the call goes out for volunteers or suggestions on how to improve things, they beeline for the bathroom.
I’ve recently tried making it a point to become more active in the outcome of my own life. One of the things that God has been helping me to realize is that if I want things to be different, I should work towards solving my own problems. Glaring at the dirty dishes in the kitchen doesn’t get them clean. Hating my mother-in-law is only going to prove her point that I’m a bitch. The guilt I feel about the nagging I mentioned earlier? It can be relieved by making an effort to appreciate my spouse. If the paycheck we’re receiving is barely enough to cover the bills, perhaps I should rethink driving back and forth to the piano bar that’s 45 minutes away, so I can be able to eat for the next week and a half.
I’m not saying that old habits don’t die hard; I still find myself camping out on Facebook instead of taking five minutes to throw in a load of laundry. I’d much rather be napping in front of the air conditioner vent than reading the Bible and drafting a snazzy blog for your entertainment (and perhaps enrichment). But I read somewhere that if you can even improve one little thing about your life, it’s still an improvement.
That being said, I’m going to go clean out my refrigerator.