Time is a thing. It comes and goes. It keeps memories and gives them too. It allows for journeys to be planned, and forces unwanted ones to happen.
Its beautiful and its ugly. Its happy and its sad. It just keeps going.
Thinking about time is something that is never far from my mind. I’m not sure why it’s such a fixture in my brain, but I’ve always been a person who likes to be in control. And part of that control, my entire life, has revolved around meeting milestones and expectations. I suffer from perfectionism and it makes me feel defeated often. This is a source of constant prayer between me and God. I have to pry my mind and worry OFF the desires I want, and GIVE IT ALL TO HIM.
It’s the ultimate battle for me, knowing I’m NOT in control, but having that innate desire to manage everything. Part of this fixation is due to the realization that life is frail, and I want to accomplish so much. There is so much I want to do, and I feel under the gun. Under the mounting sand of the sand clock.
I believe that we all have a purpose for God’s kingdom. We have unique skills, a unique voice, and a unique thought process that molds who we are and how we do things. Time reveals all. We never fully “arrive”, and will always be shaped and molded by our Creator. When He is finished, we are too.
I guess my biggest hope is that I will live my life with His light directing my path. Like a ship in the night, my only sense of direction is the lighthouse.
Time keeps ticking, moving us forward. We wake up each day and make thousands of decisions that propel us into the future. Our bodies work every day and these vessels that carry our souls morph into bodies that show what’s been most prominent in our lives. Smile lines, furrowed brows, callused hands, swollen knuckles, worn out hips….oh, and the gray hair.
It’s an absolute blessing to grow old. A wonderful chance to experience years of opportunities. To feel emotions, laughter and love (even pain and sorrow). To listen and learn virtually ANYTHING that’s of interest. To taste foods that share an unfamiliar culture. To challenge our bodies and enjoy them too.
Having time (any amount of it) is having a chance. A chance that comes ONCE for this physical life on Earth, but that’s eternally present for our souls.
Time is in the past, and happened then. Time is today, right here and now. Time is in my children’s eyes, and it holds the future.
Time says…to do. To go, to be, to make happen, to feel, to see, to touch, to change. It says to live.
Live with intention because we don’t know what time will bring.
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