Priorities, at the very least, are heart-attitudes.
Well, that sounds pretty good, but –how does that translate in your life and mine?
All of our attitudes eventually translate into our behavior, the things that we do in our everyday life. My attitude toward my body translates partly in whether I choose to eat certain things or not. My attitude toward my job actually causes me to enjoy it, or not.
My priorities translate in what I give my allegiance to. And what I give my allegiance to clearly shows up in what I give my resources to–what am I willing to give my money for? Or my time? What am I willing to rearrange my schedule for? Or clear it altogether?
While my house was burning down some 17 years ago, I thought of nothing else but getting my little children out of there. No gold nor silver mattered, no prized possession even came into the picture. And today, I can’t imagine anything stopping me from coming to the rescue of any of my grown-up children at any moment of any day. It’s just how my heart is wired. And that is a very good thing.
And what matters to me may not be that big of a deal to you, and vice-versa. Some people gladly give up entire days of their lives to march in order to protest a political idea. Others will starve themselves in order to look good. It’s all a matter of what we give our affections to; it’s a matter of priorities… We can surely tell what each other’s affections are by looking at the choices that we make. But your specific affections aren’t quite as important as my own personal choices, because when all is said and done, I am only responsible for my own decisions.
I find myself faced with some very personal questions. Are my priorities in line with my life purposes? Does what I give my time to match up with what I want to accomplish in life? And what about how I spend money? Am I being a good steward in view of my life’s aspirations?
Have you ever felt just a bit off in your journey through life? Not quite engaged, not thrilled with your day? I have, more often that not. And today, my eyes are being opened to such a simple key: it’s a matter of priorities. When these don’t line up with my life purposes, I am lost, like I’m spinning my wheels, going nowhere fast. I think I’ll get busy keeping my affections straight.