We're terrible timekeepers as creation goes. We lose track of it and wonder where it went. We're running late and spinning tales. We wipe our schedules clean to seize time or pack the calendar chock full, hoping to make the most of it. On our best days, we remember to capture an image or two to remind ourselves that moments did actually exist as we remember them.
The build up, slow and still. The celebration, warp speed.
My son is still mastering the telling of time, but he understands how precious it is. That fancy, bedazzled watch pictured above now belongs to his fashion-disaster, very honored mama as of Christmas day. What brand is it you ask? Shiny and vibrant and I just knew you'd think it's so pretty.
I'll never forget how his deep brown eyes sparkled as I opened the gift. He was so proud, it was all he could do not to spoil the surprise before I pulled it from beneath the paper. A flurry of motion and explanations and hugs followed as I gushed over how much I loved that thing. All week he's checked my arm to see if I'm wearing it.
Mom, you always forget what time it is and then you have to look at your phone...
Now it's with you whenever you need it.
From the mouths of babes. I'm stealing time if it kills me this year. I'm storming the scheduled gates and ransacking minutes of the day. I'm kissing distraction goodbye and casting futility back into the cosmos. Unless my time helps to fortify a relationship, unless it truly cares or fulfills a God-calling on my life, it's not of Him. And I very simply don't have enough time.
I'm ready to hustle, pirate, and pillage back time in 2016.
Who's with me?
- Who or What is stealing time away from the most important people or activities in your life?
"But you must not forget this one thing, dear friends: A day is like a thousand years to the Lord, and a thousand years is like a day." 2 Peter 3:8
“I am the Alpha and the Omega—the beginning and the end,” says the Lord God. “I am the one who is, who always was, and who is still to come—the Almighty One.” (Rev. 1:8)