That damn Jack. He’s back. He and his slovenly, slothy, soul sucking self came back . . . and I let him in!
Jack snuck right into my house through the front door . . . the door that I left wide open. He made my house a home and my home his house. He filtered into my fingers, gluing them on the TV remote once too often instead of on my laptop keyboard. He consumed my mind with whispers of procrastination and I’ll do it tomorrows. He lied to me and told me why bother? Just do Jack. There’s no more room for another of you out there. Another creative genius. Another artistic soul.
He got all up in my headspace for a very long minute. He festered in my psyche and stopped my progression on the path God laid out for me. Damn Jack! He made me do Jack towards my goals. He side tracked my thirst for God’s plan. He threw a wrench in my workflow, so my work flowed no more.
Jack stroked my face softly as he breathed Jack into me. He wined and dined me, intoxicating me with his promises. Jack pledged relaxing days and nine hour sleep filled nights. He tossed out words like leisurely and untroubled, loafing and listless. And, with a glee that you couldn’t even imagine, I caught each and every word he spit at me, with both arms wide open. I ate him up, hungry for more.
Jack enticed me with no encouraging words of what God told me to do. He gave me no motivating pearls of wisdom and no reminders of God’s destiny for me. No helpful “put the trashy romance novel down and enter into your calling”. No “turn off that Hallmark show and step into your future”. No “come on Dee, you can do this”. Nada. Nothing. Jack gave me Jack.
Oh, but how I adore him! I absolutely love doing Jack. He is so doggone easy to get along with. Jack is not demanding. He’s carefree and worryless. And best of all, he expects nothing from me. Absolutely nothing. Doing Jack is an absolute dream. The way we lay around is amazing. The carefree vibe he exudes is staggering. The peace I get from him is overwhelming.
It’s horrible but . . . I’m addicted to doing Jack. I love his lazy attitude and lavishing in his sluggish lifestyle. The leisure by which he lives his life and the slackness of his ways are intoxicating and inviting. I’m in deep and I love it!
But now, I have to say goodbye to my dear friend Jack. It seems I cannot do Jack anymore as the days are passing me by. Each moment filled with idleness is a set up for procrastination to sweep me off my feet. Each minute spent not following the path that was carefully laid out for me by my Heavenly Father is a message of disobedience sent to God. Each romantic movie I watch and trash novel I read steers me further and further away from the goals God placed in my heart. And I know all too well that if I don’t go get what God set aside for me, He will give it to someone else.
So, it is with great sadness and longing that I must bid farewell to Jack. The days of doing Jack will soon be long gone, but the rewards of letting him go will be sweet.
Goodbye Jack. It was real.
