Today, I give thanks for procrastination. It is the vehicle that helps me over come that pesky perfectionist gene that one or both of my parents was kind enough to give me.
No matter how early in the week I start my sermon, it is no where near to done till 11pm (or later) on Saturday night. No matter how early and how not busy I was in high school, college, or seminary no paper or project would be done till late the night before. It’s just how I roll.
And it seems some of my best thoughts and words come at this eleventh hour. Maybe it’s the only time when I truly let go (if getting it right and perfect) and let God’s spirit flow in and through me or maybe I subconsciously like the thrill of the pressure.
Hmmm…. No time to over-analyze I have a sermon to finish 🙂