I think I’m a little jaded toward the expression “be intentional”.
Let me back pedal a little bit. I haven’t written much recently, due to my own lack of creativity and I suppose from the business of life. But not for lack of want of having stuff to say. Talking’s never been an issue for me.
Speaking of issues, back to being intentional. I’ve got beef with it. Maybe it’s my own distrust in people’s intentions with my heart or lack thereof, but I do not like being told to be intentional.
What if? What if Justin took me to dinner? Let’s say he wants to enjoy my company in this scenario. He wants to feed me, relish me. Speak of his day and be heard, likewise hear about my day, and in this way we are making the best use of the time. Right?
But what if in my head it’s rather different. What if I’m being intentional because, I simply want to be fed, and that IS my intention? Beginning and end. I want to eat. Stuff my face.
So you see, being intentional means nothing. Or rather, it doesn’t matter if you are intentional with what you do and how you live, if your intentions are not right.
So how do I live intentionally then? It all comes back. What does it come back to?
Love. And the Father.
My gift to you, and those around me, is being focused on an idea to the point I am a dog with a bone. This part of me was meant to be a gift, and it is, until it’s used for evil.
Like Justin tells me, let us make the best use of the time.