I So Hate Consequences

I have been out of my routine. Things getting a little crazy and such. One big reason is the PS3. It has been awhile since I have heavily gamed, and it is truly an easy way to spend a few hours. I have been disregarding the more most important aspects of my life. It appears that I was waiting for some consequences to bite me in the butt, because it finally took that to wake me up. I spent this afternoon playing COD MW2 and then took a little nap, due to my previous late night, and left for bible study regardless of the speech I have yet to type and homework I have yet to write. I went, had a great time, don’t regret it, but what I do regret is that I had to leave right after the main study to go back home and work. These are people I really only get to see on Thursdays if I go, and haven’t seen them in weeks. Departing early made me incredibly sad. I just hated these consequences of my poor decisions. It took this, what may seem to you readers as small and silly, to point me back in the right direction, both with my school life and prayer/devotional life (though the latter has slowly been progressing from its previous stagnant state). I want to make a point for at least the next 3 weeks only play a video game if it is socializing with somebody I already know, meaning I must be playing with somebody else. I have to much to do for hours of wasteful entertainment. Cold Turkey. This time should turn into sleep as well, thank goodness, cause I am tired. But that of course will be after I face the consequences of tonight.

Good song by Relient K. I listened to it 3 times in a row and will listen to it again tonight.

"Oh God, don’t make me face up to this
And I so hate consequences
And running from you is what my best defense is
Cause I know that I let you down
And I don’t want to deal with that

It just now hit me this is more than just a set back
And when you spelled it out, well, I guess I didn’t get that
And every trace of momentum is gone
And this isn’t turning out the way I want

…

All of my escapes have been exhausted
I thought I had a way but then I lost it
And my resistance was once much stronger
And I know I can’t go on like this much longer

When I got tired of running from you
I stopped right there to catch my breath
There your words they caught my ears
You said, “I miss you son. Come home”
And my sins, they watched me leave
And in my heart I so believed
The love you felt for me was more than
The love I’d wished for all this time
And when the doors were closed
I heard no I told so’s
I said the words I knew you knew
Oh God, Oh God I needed you
God all this time I needed you, I needed you

And I so hate consequences
And running from you is what my best defense is
I hate these consequences
Because I know that I let you down
Now I don’t wanna deal with that”

p.s. Missed you tonight Trip.