Time, it would appear to me, is one of the ‘big things’ about which God has been working on getting my attention…for quite awhile now. There is a big, long, dramatic, drawn-out story behind that phrase, but I will suffice it to say that a great deal of His work came to a culminating factor last October on my way to Chicagoland for my Mama’s 60th birthday party.
A Girls’ Gathering (which included Mom, Di, Kristin, Kristin, AJ, Julia, ShillVester and myself) converged upon the ‘half-way point’ (in general) between Minnesota and Ohio. Julia was gracious enough to come up from Arkansas. We ‘surprised’ Mom for her birthday. (She said she knew that something was up because I am her daughter. What kind of statement is that?! ) It was a WONDERFUL weekend. And God decided to choose that time and that place to bring together the many bits and pieces that He had been working on in my life regarding time.
This isn’t going to be a recounting of every part of that process–this is just one snippet that has come home to roost this weekend, in particular. At AJ’s church, the pastor was preaching from his series on Disciplines of Grace. I could write ten posts on that and on how God’s used that in my life. But that is not this post, either. This post is something that the pastor said in his sermon that has stuck in my craw (such an elegant phrase, I know) ever since…literally, something about which I’ve thought nearly every day from October 25th, onward.
I have all the time there is to have.
Did you read it? Read it again. I have all the time there is to have. Don’t ask me why it took 32 years, 11 months and four days to realize it. I don’t have the answer to that. But there it is: I have all the time there is to have. I have the same amount of hours in my days as does Donald Trump, Bill Gates and the President of the United States. I have the same number of minutes between dawn and dusk as did Moses and Jesus and Paul and George Washington and Jim Elliott and Uncle Ed. Samuel Clemens? Margaret Mitchell? Laura Ingalls Wilder? Yup–twenty four hours to a day. With the exception of those alive during the time of Joshua and Hezekiah, no human being has ever had any more time than I have right now. When I understand that, the question immediately shifts from, “But where am I going to find the time?” to “How am I spending the time God has given me?”
As I mentioned, this has come home to roost more pointedly this weekend. I had my wisdom teeth out on Friday. Yes, I am ‘old’ to be having my wisdom teeth out (thanks to a dentist eleven years ago that saw no need for them to be removed). According to the ladies at the dentist’s office, I ‘look like I’m in college’ so since I look younger, I should have no trouble. *wry grin* I’m quite sure looks have nothing to do with it, but praise to the Father, aside from a slight freaking out when I still had no feeling in my bottom lip or chin ten hours later, and aside from the fact that I am still rather swollen, it hasn’t been problematic at all–I’ve only had to take some Excedrin and attempt to get sleep when the pain in my head will let me.
What does having my wisdom teeth out have to do with all this yammering about time? Well, one thing to which I was slightly looking forward with having the procedure done was some purposeful down-time; and, I’ve really needed it. The surgery took a lot more ‘out of me’ than I had thought it would–yesterday, I had a baby shower, a move and a third activity planned. I didn’t end up doing any of them, and actually never even moved down to the couch yesterday. But it was how I spent my ‘day in bed’ that stuck in my mind. I think I played fifteen games of spider solitaire. I slept for awhile. I watched Pride and Prejudice. I traded out bags of frozen peas for bags of ice cubes. I watched the bonus features to Pride and Prejudice. I spent several hours on Facebook. I kept busy calling, texting and emailing back and forth between here and Minnesota as KMEG spent all the time from Thursday at 7 ’til just before midnight last night in labor at the hospital, only to go home with the baby still tucked safely inside.
And in between times, I lamented all that I ‘wanted to be writing’ and that I ‘wasn’t getting down on paper’ (or megabyte, as the case may be). And that’s when it struck me: Margaret Mitchell began GWTW when she had to be laid up for several months due to illness and had nothing else with which to occupy her time. I went with Annette to hear a (very well-known, modern) author speak several years ago and he had the same tale to tell.
God has been busy, ever since October, letting me realize the truth that He has given me all the time I need to live my life for Him. That includes everything–from teaching, to the house, to my family, to my friends, to ministry, to creativity, to my responsibilities, to my downtime. That means if He has given me stories to tell, then He has given me time to tell them. That means that if He has given me studies to write, He has given me the time to write them. That means that if He has given me ministry to do, people to love, His Word to tell, fun to have, rest to get…all of it, He has given me the time to do it.
So what’s the problem? I far-too-often take the time He has given me for His purposes and squander it elsewhere. Other than during the Olympics, TV, thankfully, is not my weakness. The computer/internet, however, is. I think, beyond any other single entity, I struggle more with time spent on this machine, than on any one thing else. I realized yesterday that Gone With The Wind would probably never had been written, had Miss Mitchell been able to ‘travel the world ’round’ from her own couch. I realized yesterday that multi-million dollar movies might possibly never have been made had a certain modern-author spent his laid-up time surfing the web instead of pounding out the stories for which he’s so famous. It came home in a very vivid way to me that any greatness God may want to pull out of my life could far too easily get lost in just one more game of maj-jong or spider solitaire.
How tragic! What a waste of precious minutes…minutes that can never be returned. Speaking of great authors, it reminds me of one of Laura’s quotings of another in Little Town on the Prairie, “Lost: Yesterday, between Sunrise and Sunset, one Golden Hour set with sixty Diamond Minutes. No reward is offered for it can never be found.” No, I don’t think that any of these things, from the computer, to puzzle games to good movies, to school work to even facebook are inherently evil. Things are things. And yet…as Jodi copied from Piper in her post, “Oh, how many lives are wasted by people who believe that the Christian life means simply avoiding badness and providing for the family. So there is no adultery, no stealing, no killing, no embezzlement, no fraud – just lots of hard work during the day, and lots of TV and PG-13 videos in the evening (during quality family time), and lots of fun stuff on the weekend – woven around church (mostly). This life for millions of people. Wasted life. We were created for more, far more.”
That and other things in her post have often made me think about Heaven–will I really want to sit around chatting with David and Joshua and Enoch and Noah and Deborah and Abigail and Daniel and Asaph and listen to them talk and then pipe up with, “You know, that’s incredible how our Great God did that in your life! Now, let me tell you about this Smallville episode I saw… …um… …nevermind.”
I’m not talking about extremes. I’m not talking about freaking out and not being able to relax and enjoy oneself with a good movie or a fun puzzle game after a long week. I’m not saying that it’s wrong to keep in contact with various people around the world on Facebook, or on blogs or things of that nature. I am saying, however, that I see myself far too easily tempted to spend so much time on things of that nature that I ‘don’t have time’ for other things; important things; valuable things; things of long-lasting quality. And God has brought me to the point where that needs to change.
I’ll be honest: I’m struggling with it. I use the computer and the internet so much, for so many valid things (work, school, research, Bible study, ministry) (and let’s not miss the irony of using both the computer and the internet to write out my thoughts here) that it can be difficult for me to distinguish between necessary time, time well used, and time wasted. And yet, pleasing God with the minutes He’s given me is something that He wants me to do. So why wouldn’t He help me to honor Him in this way? Of course He will. So what does that look like? I’m still working on it. Listening to the Holy Spirit is a big part–one of His roles is to convict me of sin. I will say this–when you start dreaming about puzzle games…you’re probably spending too much time on them.
How thankful I am that God is not finished with me yet–that He keeps on keeping on sanctifying me…and won’t stop until He finishes His work in my life and takes me Home to be with Him. I pray that the words of Scripture and the words of the song will be true in my life.
“Therefore, be ye steadfast, unmovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, for you know that your labor is not in vain in the Lord.” I Corinthians 15:58
“Therefore, whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.” I Corinthians 10:31
“So until the day the trumpet rings in my ear, bid me to come and I will follow.”
I’ll keep you posted…
I these girls, I Cantigny and I our Great God Who give us good gifts to enjoy!!!
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