If I’m Being Honest with Myself….
If I’m being honest with myself, I’m probably half the man God
wants me to be. I don’t spend near as
much time in the word as I should. I let
my work get in the way of my daily devotion and time with Him.
If I’m being honest with myself, I could have done a much better
job as a father. Too often I put my own
interests ahead of theirs. I spent more
time on the baseball and football field then I did in my own backyard.
If I’m being honest with myself, I know that I could be a
better husband than I am to a woman that is so deserving. I fail to communicate at times, and my
silence can be seen as a lack of interest or an unwillingness to share.
If I’m being honest with myself, I could certainly be a
better brother to my sibling. I reach
out to him only sporadically, and don’t take the time to call him on the phone
and ask about how he’s doing.
If I’m being honest with myself, I will forever feel the
pain of having a falling out with my dad a few weeks prior to his unexpected
death. I will constantly replay our last
conversation in my mind until I pass from this world.
If I’m being honest with myself, most of the time I look
away when I’m at a stop light and the homeless man or woman is holding up a sign
asking for my help. I certainly have the
means to help them, I just chose to not reach in my pocket and provide them
with something that I take for granted.
If I’m being honest with myself, I don’t spend enough time
learning more about the world I live in.
Instead, I find myself sheltered in the immediate around me.
If I’m being honest with myself, I could be a better friend to my friends – both near and far. I chose to stay in touch with them through social media rather than pick up the phone or pen a personal letter.
If I’m being honest with myself, I spend too much time
worrying about the small, petty things.
I fail to reflect on all the blessings I do have, and realize that my
life isn’t so bad.
If I’m being honest with myself, I tend to not speak out
when I see injustice in this world. I
read up on it, but I fail to take personal action and come up with concrete
solutions.
If I’m being honest with myself, I know I’ll never be
perfect. I realize that perfection is
never fully achievable in this life, but I’d be failing myself, my family, my
friends, my neighbors, my colleagues and mankind if I didn’t at least try to be
a better person each and every day.
A Common Man
