Tic. Tock. Tic. Tock. Tic. Tock.
A sound we can all recognize and typically would relate to is an old man standing by a clock with a pipe and just passing time. But have you ever thought about time? What is time? How do you measure time?
Over the past weeks, one of my biggest struggles has been to comprehend and remember my days of the week. I know it sounds weird and it makes me feel like a crazy person… but it is real life y’all! I check my calendar all the time and ask people what day of the week it is! Yikes!
Days seem to go by slower, time seems to be far more simple, and there are moments where I honestly, like I said, have no concept of the days of the week. And while at first it was quite annoying, I realized it is because I have found myself sitting still much more. While the last eight weeks seem like they have gone so slow, the feeling of brokenness and fear of the first phone call to the waiting game of what is to come, so much has happened and it has felt like an eternity all at the same time.
One day early on in this journey, I was talking with one of my best friends Angie and she said “time seems fragile”. It was such an intriguing statement to me in the moment because time was the only thing I wanted, and gosh I wanted it so badly. I would do anything to control it and have more of it. I felt that I could not control it. I wanted physical time with my family. I hated that I couldn’t control this nasty thing that was threatening our time with our dad, husband, or friend. I hated the quiet time in the days because it brought up worry and I was reminded constantly of everything I could not control and all of the what ifs’.
Time seemed to be my best friend and worst enemy all at the same time. William Penn said, “Time is what we want most, but what we use worst”.
Isn’t this such a true statement? Time is by far the most valuable thing you and I have. But the thing about valuables is most often if something happens to them or they get wasted, they can be replaced. But time is a valuable that if not used wisely or is wasted… you can never get back. It is gone. 100% gone.
Time has taught me many things. One of those things is being worried, which has taught me a lot about being present. One of the biggest wasters of time I have learned recently is ‘worry’. Gosh, I am learning worry is so ugly and it is honestly really obnoxious and something that consumes so many of us far more often than we realize. It is all consuming. Worry can ruin your day faster than most anything.
Matthew 6:34 msg. says … “Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes."
Oh that’s good stuff! God is in control. God gave us today, why would we waste it? We are not guaranteed tomorrow.
What if we were present just in the moment and didn’t worry about tomorrow? What would we see that God is trying to reveal to us? Who would we interact with if our eye’s were open? What would we hear if we weren’t worried listening to our own thoughts?
I truly believe in the moments where we give our worries to the Lord, we are able to be present in the right moment, and time is no longer something we crave because we haven’t wasted a moment. We have cherished every second of every minute of every hour of this day. We will create beautiful memories, share amazing stories, and have some of the most special moments with people we love. We are available to the Lord to do his good work. We will see God’s children in the light he sees us.
So I ask you these questions: Where are you not present that you wish you could be more present? Where do you need to lean in and engage? Who needs you to be present today? What are you worrying about that you need to give to the Lord, so you don’t miss what is right in front of you?
I will be praying for you as you give these worries and distractions to the Lord. I pray God blesses the time you have each day. Remember time is fragile. Take care of it.
A fun memory of when dad stopped and understood that time was fragile and special.
Some of my greatest memories come from moments of stillness and time. There was a day where I needed to drive and just think. Dad said “hop in the car”, so I did. We drove with rain pounding on the front window of his car for what seemed like hours. Now late into the night, he pulled into the parking lot of an Elementary School, put his car into park, put our phones into a bag, turned up the music really, really loud (and I mean really loud) and opened up all the windows and let the rain pour into the car. I remember sitting there thinking he is such a goofball and a kid, but I love it! It wasn’t anything fancy or planned, but it was unusual and the time that was given just to me. This is one my greatest memories, Dad stopped his world for just a few minutes when I felt my world needed to stop. It was the little things that made a huge difference.
Thank you for all your prayers and encouragement through this journey. We are so blessed by our village that we have surrounding us. Love y’all.