Our questions drive our choices

I made waffles this morning, in typical weekend fashion. The first batch was spectacular. I love waffles- and for Christmas I got a waffle maker that is supremo. I forgot about the last one I poured, because I was talking with my dad about our upcoming trip to colorado, and it was in for a good long while. It was... ummm... crispy, to say the least. But edible. Me & dad split it. I needed a knife for it, and crispy little waffle flakes sprang into the air as I tried to cut it. It was unwieldy. My dad made little waffle dunkers out of it, looked like a fun way to eat it, dipping in the syrup with his hands. I missed my chance for that, I had already cut mine up as if it were being prepared for 3 year old who can't cut (and apparently can keep an eye on the waffle maker either).

Anyway, I spent the rest of the day doing homework until church tonight. Zeal theme: black and white. Apparently I did not make the OBVIOUS connection that I should wear black & white. Once I got over the initial "oh my gosh, i'm wearing blue" thing... I was really struck by one thing...'our questions drive our choices' What a thought. I'll break it down-

A lot of times, I think about the everyday stuff that I'm sure you think about too. Stupid stuff, really. Insignificant stuff. None of the 'life-altering' questions I grappled with at some point around 17-19 years old... I'm kind of over that. My questions are more like "What movie should I put in my queue next?" and "What should I cook this week?" and "How much longer can I put off doing laundry?" I guess there is the occasional deeper question of "How can I fit in more time with God?" or "What does He want me to do a year from now?" But in the scheme of things, I focus on the dumbest stuff. And so, giving thought to what my questions are has me worried. Because if those questions fuel, drive, and to an extent, determine my choices... I should spend more time asking the right questions. Maybe the old adage should not be "Be careful what you ask for." but rather "Be careful what you ask." Because if I'm not asking the right questions, I probably am not making the right choices. I'm not saying my questions are bad... not at all. I think I ask good questions. It's fair enough to wonder what I will do with my life, and who I will marry, and how long it will take to pay off my student loan. Maybe though, I could ask better questions... so here's where I'll try to set the bar, not only for thoughts and ramblings in my head, but also for the questions I work over in my head:

Philippians 4:8
Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.

I think that should be a good start...