I desire to love my fellow man.
I desire to live a long life.
I desire to spend quality time with my kids.
I desire to serve God.
I desire to share truth with my friends.
I desire to be humble.
I desire to be wise.
I desire a close relationship with my personal Savior Jesus Christ.
I desire to have a strong marriage.
I desire to teach my girls to be healthy and happy and strong.
I desire to love myself better.
I desire to help others.
I desire eternal life.
Yet, I judge others, refuse to eat right and exercise enough, tell my kids to leave me alone, pretend I don’t know that people need service, withhold my beliefs in discussions, think I am too important, refuse to implement knowledge I have gained, slack on my personal scripture study and prayer, yell at my husband, assume I always have time to teach that to my kids later, engage in unhealthy self-talk, feel I lack skills, abilities, or means to make a difference, and last but not least, I looked at that pornographic picture that came up on my screen when I google image searched desire. Gross. Why did I do it? Yuck. I should have known better than to google search “desire”. All I could say to myself is “so much for effective spyware.”
I guess I am on the phase between desire and choices.
My newest desire is to never see anything like that again. I am pretty sure I am scarred enough that I will never ever falter on that choice again.
Anyone can desire. The hard part is in the choice and the actions. But choice and action are where the rewards await us.
I so want to change, achieve, and become. And I so want to forget that nasty picture.