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Commitment…hmmm, a tough word. Even tougher meaning. How many times have I said I’d do something and didn’t follow through?   

I never feel good when I break a promise. My mouth has gotten me into more trouble than I know what to do with. I over commit myself to things and then when it’s time to do it, I struggle.   

I fight through my anger about why I signed up in the first place, my tired body, or that I had something else to do. But God takes commitment very seriously.   

The featured photo in this post is a beautiful bald eagle and I chose it because it’s one of the few species of birds that actually stays committed to its mate for life until death. They don’t need to stand before a pastor and repeat vows either, it’s instinctive.

I remember how much I wanted to sing in choirs at church and when given the chance to do it, I knew it was God that opened the door because it is an important ministry. Not that all work done in church isn’t important, what I mean is the worship is typically the beginning of service designed to help us open our hearts to God to receive His blessings through the Word and worship. It isn’t to be taken lightly.   

But one day, after experiencing so much hurt and disappointment in that church, I had reached my wits end. So, I decided to leave and go to another church. I visited another service and loved it but I heard The Lord clearly speak to me that He didn’t tell me to leave and that I was to go back to my previous church. So I went back.  

Long story short, I didn’t sing in again in any choir or church worship team until many years later. You see, my choir mates counted on me, it was important to be there for practices, for services and sing. And, when I wasn’t there without explanation it meant I couldn’t be depended upon.   God also counted on me and just because I got hurt didn’t negate me from my responsibilities to Him and the church. I should have discussed my problem with my choir director and made a decision from there. I learned a valuable lesson. And, I was more hurt watching my choir sing from the pew when I could have been part of the team.  

And after that, I was in several situations where I was counting on someone to help me and they didn’t keep their word to me. God reminded me how that made others feel when I didn’t keep my word. Ouch!   

Growing up in grace sure can hurt sometimes! But God is right.   

If we want people to honor their word when they commit themselves to us, then we need to do the same.   

I have a tendency to want to help and I don’t always think first. My mouth speaks before I consider my schedule, my hubby, my body (ex., helping someone move), etc.   

I’ve since asked God to tell me when to help, how to help, and when to say no politely. It’s a learning experience.

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Kim McDougal

Kim is the founder and creator of Growing Up in Grace. By day, she's the Director of Interactive Communications for the Hispanic chamber located in Jax, FL. Kim also owns "Kim's Studio Art" where she creates and sells Wall Art Printables and "Kim's Handcrafted Cards" on eBay where she creates and sells handmade greeting cards.