Time whirred past while in Littleton, Colorado last week like a cat on catnip; a blur really. I’m learning as I grow older, time becomes a commodity, especially if you lived the life I lived, and realize how short time on planet earth really is when you reach the half way mark and you wished you had seen God’s calling earlier.
Time is a stewardship trait, too. It’s how we use it. Technology doesn’t give us a rewind button, just a resume playing button. Pauses are illusions. We pause in the middle of the day for rest, but time continues its journey without stopping.
I’m more aware of time these days.
Someone was telling me how many hours a week they work. They are tired. In that conversation, I reflected on the importance of how we spend the time we are given on earth. Bills and debt make us work hard. Some people till hard soil for a full harvest. We punch plastic keys and stare at a screen all day with the same hope for a different kind of harvest.
That’s how I want to spend my remaining time–sowing love and life into the lives I meet online and face-to-face.
He must become greater; I must become less,” says John 3:30. How many times have you read that scripture without it impacting you?
April is here and May is coming straight at us like a speeding train. I echo Robert Frost when he said:
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.