That one time I put a knife to my throat.

One dry afternoon in November, my husband and I were on a trip, putting finishing touches and all to the #AWE2018 concert plans. We needed to finalize his second outfit for the concert, so we stopped by one of the many malls on Admiralty road in Lekki to see about getting him a rad jean jacket. The first shop we stopped at directed us to the shop where we eventually got just what we were looking for.

In this shop, the shop owner had graciously decorated the table with a bowl of one of my favoritiest sweets, and like a child in a candy store I excitedly asked for permission before grabbing two. Because I have this bad habit of chewing sweets, I consumed both under a minute and my hands began itching to pick 2 more sweets from the bowl 😧. I know this seems like small beans, but on that dry afternoon in that mall, I was in a brief struggle with my conscience. should I take some more? should I not? but sebi the sweet bowl was put out for customers? After a few seconds of back and forth with my conscience, I decided to put a knife to my throat. And I learned a valuable lesson on self-control that I’d like to share with you.

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I can’t count the many times I’ve been tempted to lose all form of self control, even with things that aren’t that deep. Like the times when I’d run out of airtime, and without thinking twice I’d punch in the code to borrow credit from my network. I mean it seemed all good, since afterall I’d pay back. But with that I was cultivating the habit of borrowing even when I didn’t really need to. Until one day I decided, NO MORE! to borrowing airtime – even when they send those suggestive texts asking me to borrow credit when they see I’m running low. Now today, one year later, I can brag that I don’t borrow airtime πŸ€£πŸ˜‚πŸ˜…πŸŽ‰πŸΎπŸ₯‚

 

How ’bout the times I’ve been tempted to tell a little white lie that, in quote, won’t hurt anybody. I have quite an active conscience you see, one that pricks and pokes me when I’m tempted with telling a lie- like I litrally can not catch a break with the lie detector of my conscience. It’s good though; very good if I might add, because now I can brag that I don’t lie! yas fraaan 😎! But it wasn’t always easy- yo it still isn’t easy, but faced with the choice, I pick a clear conscience over whatever escape a good lie might get me. images-2

And with choosing this over and over again, it becomes easier each time.

 

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So basically, our flesh makes us feel like, for instance, if we don’t eat that food right now we will die of hunger, and so without really considering the consequences, we sell our birthright for a pot of porridge (Genesis 25: 32 & 33). But you know, hard things do become easier the more we do them. Recent research led by a team at the University College London, believe it takes an average of 66 days to develop a new habit to the point where it becomes automatic. It figures don’t it? Just like the saying goes, “Practise makes perfect”.

I haven’t yet mastered the art (of self control), but I do have a list of “hard things” I plan to repeat for 66 days this coming year. Let’s hope they become my habits (which will in the grand scheme of things, improve my life) πŸ˜„

Today I’m challenging you to challenge yourself on the path of self control. Will you take on this challenge? πŸ’ͺ I hope you will 😁😁😁

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xoxo,

bgwβ˜†

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2 thoughts on “That one time I put a knife to my throat.”

  1. I can do hard things.I can become a professional at hard things by practice one day at a time. God is at work in me. It was a refreshing and lifting read. Thank you BGW

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