March 11, 2020
The dictionary defines a habit as; a settled or regular tendency or practice, especially one that is hard to give up. A general shape or mode of growth. A long loose garment worn by a member of a religious order or congregation.
When we think of the word habit, do we tend to think of the good ones or the bad ones? More often than not, myself included, I think we tend to focus on the bad ones.
This particular subject has caused me great soul searching and meditation. I could not think of one solitary bad habit that I poses. Although, you may want to visit with Dee for awhile because I am sure she will have much to say on the subject!
We all have good habits and we all have bad habits. I have those bad ones, some quirky ones and some I would consider good ones. Bad habit, I chew. Again, you may want to consult with Dee. My quirky ones, I am 50-year-old grown man and when I get tired, I play with my hair. I have done that since I was a little kid. If I am concentrating on doing something, I stick my tongue out. The good ones, I will usually have a joke or two for you. Oh, and let us not forget, I have a habit of making acronyms. You can bet there is one coming at the end of this talk.
As far as a story on how I personally had a change of habit, I find myself coming up a bit short. In thinking about this however, there is a family story that impacted me greatly. One of the strongest, God fearing, Christian, giving, and loving persons I have ever known was my Grandmother on my Mother’s side. In 1983, my parents bought the Breeden farm in the greater Palmdale area. We moved in Halloween day. That winter, we had all my mothers’ side up to see the farm. As the day wore on, my grandmother seemed to be acting a bit strange. I noticed she had been drinking, a lot. Words were said, my Grandmother raised her hand to one of my aunts and let fly a slap I still can hear to this day. More words were said and a huge argument and upheaval was unleashed. My cousins and I were all sent to bed and this event lead to much discussion with my Grandfather and what had been going on with Grandma. My Grandmother had developed a drinking problem. It was now a major issue and not tucked away in the confines of their home. I was completely shocked. How could a woman of her faith and loving personality have this happen to them? I did not look at my Grandmother the same for quite a while.
Flash forward a bit, with only a little family intervention and no professional help, my Grandmother did herself what Hazelden is suppose to do. She cured herself from the habit of alcohol. I never did ask her about it but the way I was looking at my Grandmother changed. I was not in the place then as I am now with faith but you remember me describing her as God fearing and Christian, 1st Corinthians chapter 10 verse 13 says: “No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation, he will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it.” I know in my heart my Grandmother gave her habit to God and asked for His help. 2nd Timothy Chapter 1 verse 7 says: “For God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.” Myself I believe this one hundred percent. I watched my Grandmother live it.
If we can remember:
Hang time with God,
we have the foundations to form positive habits and change the bad ones. Changing a bad habit is not easy and we must remember to constantly bring out the good ones in ourselves and others. We are not alone in our struggles. After all, one of the definitions of habit was a general shape or mode of growth. What habits will you focus on to help shape or grow?