I confess, Lord God:
I procrastinate for personal convenience.
I delay so I won’t disrupt my routine.
I put things off because I put my comfort first.
Forgive these failures. Teach me to get started, keep moving and finish the task. Make me fit for service in your kingdom.
I keep telling Barb that as long as I don’t have a sucking chest wound that prevents me from using my sidearm or ka-bar, I’m good to go.
Good to go. Go for the good!