I woke up another year older today. Crazy how time has its strange affect on us. I’m not saying that I’m looking ahead with dread on my future, but rather with hope. 2012 will be a big year for myself and many of my friends.
We’re all in the midst of growth and change; adventure and challenge. And it’s about to get bigger, better, broader, and more unfathomable than we’ve already begun to imagine. I believe that God will be doing great things in Minneapolis; all for the greater good of His Kingdom and His glory…not our own.
I was combing through some items I wrote a while back and came across the following. It fits quite nicely with how I’m feeling/what I’m facing this week.
Time. Why is it that there seems to be a sudden change, a shift rather, in the time one knew as a child to that which we see as adults? I can remember when I was a little girl, I had all the time in the world. Although the lives of my dolls lasted only a few weeks, if not days, before they too moved on to a place I called Barbie heaven, my days seem to last forever — full of freedom and no responsibilities.
As I got older, time sped up with each passing year. Then came high school. Gone were the days of boundless freedom and my carefree attitude. More responsibility was laid at my feet — a part-time job along with the family business — sporting events — concerts and drama productions — practices and such. Senior year brought with it college visits, ACTs, applications and prep. I was going to be an adult…
College flew by – there are still days that I wish I was still there. Four and half years of my life dedicated to post-secondary education. Time had been equally shared between homework, CRU, work, friends and classes…not to mention the occasional sporting event. As graduation approached, I found myself earnestly searching for a job…a full time job with benefits. I also found myself planning a moving trip…just 50 miles south of where I had gone to college.
Now, I find myself in the real world. I hold a lead agent position with a great company. Days run together so often, I find myself forgetting when a certain event/issue happened. By the time Friday rolls around, Monday seems as though it occurred eons ago. What is with that?
It’s amazing at how fast time seems to slip on by…and I have to force myself to stop just to catch my breath. Time…seamless and sometimes, seemingly endless. Adults complain that they don’t have enough of it and the young and elderly abound with it. I’m beginning to understand the first part of that last sentence…eight hours in a day are not enough to get all of my work done at times. A recent event my life brought that to a halt.
Time. We’re only promised what God’s plan entails for each human being before we’re called home — that is, for those of us who chose to believe and follow Him. I recently lost a loved one to a long battle with cancer and am reminded at what little time we and hat we are not promised tomorrow. We’re only promised this moment….now. I refuse to fall trap to the day-to-day living that I see in the lives of those around me. I’m called to rise above it…I only pray that God will guide me as I step forward on that note. It is also with a farewell (for now) that I leave you with a poem, written by the hand of God.
A Time for Everything
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
What does the worker gain from his toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on men. He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end. I know that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live. That everyone may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all his toilthis is the gift of God. I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. God does it so that men will revere him.
Whatever is has already been,
and what will be has been before;
and God will call the past to account.
And I saw something else under the sun:
In the place of judgmentwickedness was there,
in the place of justicewickedness was there.
I thought in my heart,
“God will bring to judgment
both the righteous and the wicked,
for there will be a time for every activity,
a time for every deed.”
I also thought, “As for men, God tests them so that they may see that they are like the animals. Man’s fate is like that of the animals; the same fate awaits them both: As one dies, so dies the other. All have the same breath; man has no advantage over the animal. Everything is meaningless. All go to the same place; all come from dust, and to dust all return. Who knows if the spirit of man rises upward and if the spirit of the animal goes down into the earth?”
So I saw that there is nothing better for a man than to enjoy his work, because that is his lot. For who can bring him to see what will happen after him?