Baby Steps Get You Nowhere Fast

Can you believe that I actually ARGUED with the Holy Spirit? Playing back the conversation in my mind, I sounded exactly like a cranky kid whose mom is telling him to clean up his mess, do his homework, get out of bed, etc., etc., etc.. The conversation went something like this:

HS: Go take a drink of water. You're dehydrated.
Me: I will! Just not now!
HS: It's only going to get worse until you take a drink. Why are you being so stubborn?
Me: I'm still sleeping! I don't want to be fully awake yet! Leave me alone!
HS: Don't go there, Michael. I'll NEVER leave you alone.

HS: (Some time later, after I've risen for the umpteenth time to go number one) NOW will you get a drink?
Me: I'm going! See? I'm walking to the kitchen now!
HS: (After I've taken the water bottle out of the fridge and taken a few sips, then put it back) No, drink it all. Or, if you prefer, take it back to bed with you. But fill it up first.
Me: Not now, okay? I will! I'll do it in a hour! I want to go back to sleep!

HS: (After I've gone back to bed and begun to have leg cramps) That's because you didn't drink enough soon enough. If you'd done as I told you, you wouldn't be having cramps now.
Me: I know.
HS: Don't start swearing...you brought this on yourself.
Me: (Swearing) I know! (Then, getting up again,) See? I'm getting up! See? I'm bringing the water bottle back to bed with me!
HS: Fill it up first.
Me: Not now!

It went on like this for another half-hour, at the end of which I was fully awake and decided to write this blog.

This is pretty much, in a nutshell, the story of my life--since I met God. Before that, it was even worse because I had no one to tell me what to do. Well, there was my mother, but...when I was grown, I mean.

Any time I start to kvetch about how slowly I'm evolving or how little I've accomplished with my life, I need to go back and read this. I need to be reminded that God is doing HIS part...it's MY part that isn't getting done on time.

I've spent my entire faithwalk taking Baby Steps. Baby steps and baby talk. And baby backtalk. I need to get my [stuff] together and change my diaper. Then I need to start following Him a bit more readily. Only when I do that will my life finally begin to evolve.