As the first week of the semester ticks ever closer to its end, I think about how much of my time this week was spent on… time. My Excel spreadsheet calendar open, I colored in hours with teaching and classes and meetings. In the empty spaces, I began to budget my time for research projects and exercise and sleep. All of this strategizing and budgeting and allocating my time out for the next several months.
But is it really MY time?
Of course it is not. In the beginning, the One who breathed the universe into existence started time, and it is to his rhythm that it ticks to this day.
So while my plans and intentions for my time are good, I still want to invite the Keeper of time to have input on how I spend these brief 24 hours each day.
Maybe it’s to re-discover those few hours I used to spend on Saturday evening, moseying through the woods, hand in hand with the one whose hands move the eternal clock, listening, conversing.
Maybe it’s to capture that hour between class and teaching when I would rather relax, and make the effort to have lunch with a newer believer.
Maybe it’s to take those few minutes to write a text or email to let someone know when I am thinking of them and praying for them.
And on and on the list could go. But they are all just maybes, just wishful ideals that will get eaten up by the urgency of daily life unless I am still and listen for the One who made time.
Joining, as usual, with FMF!