Elusive Time

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December again, it seems like we were here only yesterday and in other ways, it seems we have made a long arduous journey between then and now.

Time does not consider persons, it makes no preferences or allowances for some, it marches on; tick-tock, tick-tock in rhythmic fashion regardless of what is happening in your life.

How many times would we have reached out to try to stop the hands of time when we were enjoying an activity, time or place. Other times we would have reached out to push those illusive hands forward to speed up the presence of time as we endured hardship, waiting, or heartbreak.

There is a familiarity to the tick-tock of a clock marking out time, comfort in the thought that this moment will never come again.  That alone should encourage us to make the most of our time, to make every moment count, to strive to end our life not wishing that we had more time because we did not use it wisely.

As morbid as this might seem I have thought about the end of my life, wondering all the normal if’s, when’s, how’s.  I have been very near death and perhaps that has caused me to take stock in what time really means.

When I was lying on my hospital bed feeling life and time flow out of me, it is surreal. I can tell you I was not wishing for more money, more food, a better job; I simply wanted my family and some close friends. I wanted to spend the last moments of time I had, with those I loved.

Life can overtake us and we lose sight of the time, thinking all the while that there will be tomorrow.

That might not be true.

When faced with a possible lack of a future, time becomes a commodity to horde and make the most of.  I think most of us believe that we will always have extra time: tomorrow, next week, next month, next year.

When we believe the future is “iffy” we start to live, to do those things on our wish list, to make those relationships a priority, to change our career, to go back to school, making the best use of our “time”.

What if today, we decided “ENOUGH” – I am going to take back my hold on time, instead of it having it’s grip on me and do what is up most important to me, and then plunge in and go for it!

Why not give it a try? What have you got to lose? Certainly not time.

3 responses to “Elusive Time

  1. Certainly time IS elusive. I’ve felt that passing myself as of late. Seems the older I get the faster it goes. Family, friends and those things that bring us together in community are vital. Busyness and work will always be, but those relationships that bring joy …and sorrow, are so important. I’ve been trying to make better choices when it comes to how I spend what has been given me. The smile of a baby….the hugs from an elder….the appreciation of children grown. These are the things that matter most. Thank you so much Jane for that reminder. …and this is the perfect season to put it all into perspective

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  2. Great words to ponder…as I get closer to that age of average life expectancy, time has certainly become of upmost importance to me. My relationships…especially with Jesus and my earthly loved ones, mainly my husband, have become my focus. There is a song by the Country group, Diamond Rio, titled “One More Day.” …wishing for one more day with a loved one. Every time I hear that song, I actually cry…thinking of what’s going to happen when my husband dies…I will not get one more day. Today…right now…is all I have to love him well. Your post was such a sweet reminder of the importance of being faithful stewards of the time God has allotted for each of our lives (Psalm 139:16). Thank you.

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