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The distracted life: Can I follow Jesus? Luke 9:62

May 15, 2011
Luke 9:62  But Jesus told him, “Anyone who lets himself be distracted from the work I plan for him is not fit for the Kingdom of God.”

Distracted Christian living leaves me frazzled. My carnal side has a hard time following Christ and giving up the busy-ness and plans of my lives. I know. I’ve just had a weekend full of distractions even though I had planned to spend quality time with the Lord. Quiet time with God before the day starts is essential for me, but I am going to be honest and admit that this has not been happening lately.

I love the Bible and I spend quality time immersed in it. But even though I love the word, nothing compares to time spent with God. Spending time with God means that I come to know his heart.  I also get to share my life, my struggles and my love for him. That’s also when I intercede for others and get answers (or not) to the things in my heart.

A relationship with God takes time, effort and the desire to walk the walk of his choice regardless of what I prefer to do. Distractions in my walk with God impact my ministries and the way that he works through me. When I’m distracted by my weaknesses, my daily life and on and on, I cannot hear him.

Can I give up all the distractions and follow the Lord?  The amazing thing about my precious Lord is that he never lets me go. He nudges me, he reminds me that he is there, and he sends waves of love that leave me with a heart aching to do life his way.

It’s a daily choice. I choose God.

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  1. This is something I am always working on...I have to discipline myself to turn off the TV, step away from the computer and take time to be with my my Jesus. Sometimes its turning off my brain to really be able to sense the communion between my spirit and Him.

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  2. Thanks Blanca. We all have had to deal with distractions. Recently, I become gentler with myself and keep a pad next to me when I'm alone with the Lord. When things come into my mind, I no longer get upset. I write them down and then gently draw my focus back to Father. This really works well for me.

    And since my "dark night of the soul," I have so much more quiet time focused solely on Him rather than "spiritual busywork."

    I always appreciate your heart and your thoughts.

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