The Passage of Time

It’s that time again. The time when I suddenly stop careening through each day and realize that Wait a second, this year is almost over! and those plans, goals and ideals I had laid out for 2015, yet haven’t started on, are no longer easily within my power to complete because, yikes, there’s only 72 days left, not the seemingly abundant 365 I started out with. 
Each of us has lived almost 300 days of the year 2015 so far. 300 days to accomplish and learn and grow and make and change. 300 days to become and overcome and face challenges and succeed. 300 days to make memories and love and wake up thanking God for a new day. 
It’s thoughts like this that make me stop and wonder what I’m really doing with my life, and if what I’m doing is the right thing. There are so many good things that I can do each day. They vie for my attention, challenge me, excite me, overwhelm me. But I don’t want to do what’s good. I want to do the best. It’s difficult though, knowing how to classify the best. I want to make a difference for eternity, but how do I do that? 

Each day I’m surrounded by a host of younger siblings and cousins I can pour my life into. At church I bask in the love of children running up and giving me hugs. I have meetings at my job with my co-workers. I have family members and friends to talk to. I have dozens of story ideas running around inside my head begging for their own book. I have thousands upon thousands of words to edit. I have techniques to learn. I have blog posts to write. I have a huge pile of books to read. I have baby blankets to make. I have grass to cut, meals to cook, book reports to write, rooms to clean, clothes to wash, miles to walk, animals to take care of, dreams to accomplish, nights to sleep and a life to live.

Some times it feels like each day and week and eventually month is passing by to quickly. I wake up Monday morning feeling exhilarated at the days to come and then zoom, it’s suddenly Sunday evening again and Monday morning is just a few hours away. I think most people have the tendency to bemoan the lack of time they have.

Do you know what though? I have enough time. I just need to figure out how to use it wisely. Each moment I have a hundred choices of what I can be doing and in that moment the choice I make directly effects the subsequent seconds, minutes and sometimes even days and weeks of my life.

Right now I’m choosing to blog. Why? Because I know blogging is important. Not only do I get to expand and strengthen my writing, but I get to challenge myself to share my thoughts clearly (and in doing so I clarify them in my own head) and I learn to step out and be myself even when it can be slightly scary. I also get to share a bit of my life with y’all and that, to me, is huge. I like to imagine that my blog posts have the power to encourage and inspire and amuse; that these posts I write make your world a bit of a better place.

I know for a fact that I don’t always use my time wisely; I spend far too much time dilly-dallying around. I’m not doing anything bad per se, but when it all boils down wasting time is bad. Today I want to take ahold of the time I’ve been entrusted with and use it as tool. I want my life to make a difference and that starts with making my seconds and minutes count.

“LORD, remind me how brief my time on earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered–how fleeting my life is. You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand. My entire lifetime is just a moment to you; at best, each of us is but a breath.” Interlude – Psalm 39:4-5 

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