~*~ Discipline ~*~

In my mid-thirties, I was able to attend college for two years. Wow! I loved it, but it was a lot of work. The word that comes to mind is 'discipline' - the training that produces moral or mental improvement. For the first time in my life, I wrote a sonnet. It wasn't easy, something that came naturally, but I did it!
  

A Sonnet Song

At times it seems the songs have all been sung.

The things I wish to say, the ear has heard –

Not once, but twice, or even more. The tongue,

You’d think, would tire of playing rhyme-a-word.

Just what compelling force invigorates

My soul? For in the face of discontent

A tune wells up, an echo titillates.

From where this rash of joy that’s never spent?

When thoughts, emotions, rage beyond control,

Is that the cue for heaven’s melody?

I can’t but help to wonder why my soul

Delights in song. And yet, amazingly,

I choose to sing, rejoice, and pass my days

Creating hymns delirious with praise!

Anyway, I've been thinking about discipline for the past few days. This verse came to mind: "No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it." (Hebrews 12:11)

Working on the dairy farm is discipline big time! It does not seem pleasant, but painful. I'd often like to quit or run away, but if I will allow myself to be trained by it, perhaps I will find my life exuding more righteousness and peace.

One can only hope ....