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Procrastination Problems



Farmers who wait for perfect weather never plant. If they watch every cloud, they never harvest.
Ecclesiastes 11:4 NLT

Are you someone who hesitates, waiting for perfect conditions to get a job done? Have you said, “Once the weather turns warmer, or colder, or when Christmas is over I’ll organize the closet, start that diet, begin a regular quiet time”? We’re all guilty at one time or another of putting off tasks. If it’s a regular habit, it’s a problem. Conditions will never be perfect to start or finish anything. It’s like the couple who waits until they have enough money to have a baby. What’s enough money? Most of our reasons for not doing something are pretty lame. We excuse ourselves when we know we should have a regular quiet time and we should lose weight to be healthier. Why is it so difficult?  Fear plays a big role in procrastination. We’re afraid of failure. Guess what! We all fail and have to start over many times in life. Solomon tells us that the person who waits for perfect conditions never accomplishes anything.

God understands our weaknesses, but He expects us to ask for help when we’re faced with difficult or even tedious tasks. Paul says in Philippians, “I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.”  Through Christ. He is the one who is strong and wants us to succeed. It’s only by His strength that we accomplish anything. What are you afraid of beginning? It doesn’t matter how big the task or goal is, Jesus stands ready to help. You only have to ask. What are you waiting for?

In the Garden Vegetables that can tolerate colder temperatures can be planted earlier than more tender varieties. Greens, peas, and beets are early starters. String beans, corn, and squash should be planted after the danger of frost is past.
 
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