bits from bob....
Commitment often receives a bad rap. Commitment is made to sound like something undesirable, something that causes one to lose control of one's life, something that "commits" one to things one might not otherwise choose. What if, as a result of my commitment, I "have to" do something I do not want to do? We live in a world that by and large avoids commitment. More and more people avoid the commitment of marriage. Employers do not want to commit to employees; employees do not want to commit to employers. Even down at the church house, commitment is downplayed.
The beauty of commitment is that it is wonderfully freeing. My commitments simplify my life. My commitments give me identity; they give me a sense of who I am. They remind me what I am about and what is important to me. Commitment allows me to follow my heart, even on those days when my mind rebels and suggests to me that a certain course may not be in my own best interest. One of the best antidotes to doubt is a thoughtful, reasoned commitment. Some people go through life second guessing self. It is easy to do. Our heads can get in the way of all that is meaningful and worthwhile. Self-deception is an enigma. On the surface, we do not want to deceive ourselves, but at times everything within us cries out desiring that what appears might not be.
What Anne Morriss wrote about the irony of commitment was printed on the side of a Starbucks cup (Starbucks "The Way I See It #76"):
The irony of commitment is that it's deeply liberating--in work, in play, in love. The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation. To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life.
I am thankful for my commitments. I am even more thankful that God is committed to me.