Friday, October 21, 2011

time.

"time is an illusion" -Douglas Adams

I've always been obsessed with time.

Do I have enough time? What time is it? How much time is left? What time are you coming over?  How long are we hanging out?  How long will it take? What time does it start? Am I running out of time?

I constantly wear a watch.

I have always been in competition with myself.  No matter what it is: Can I eat healthier today then yesterday?  Can I run faster/longer/harder than last time?  Can I be a better friend? Can I be more efficient than last time? Did I use my time most effectively?

The sound of silence plus a ticking clock is one of the most relaxing sounds my ears can hear.

Go ahead, call me crazy.

I am a quarter of the way done with my sophomore year of college.  My mind automatically thinks: I'm almost halfway done. More time gone than left.  I also have to declare my major. Real soon.  I don't have much time to decide.

I am surrounded by people counting down for things: weddings, births, graduations, christmas, leaving the country, next visits, hours until midterms...etc.  Circumstances have caused me to think about time even more than normal; in a different way than normal.

Ever wonder about time spent on earth? Of course you do. I think about papaw buck and papaw branch, elmer, quilla, nick, lola, chance, lauren, vikki, my grandma.  I think about how extravagantly each one of them lived their lives; how well they spent their time.  My time is not spent extravagantly.  Something must change.

Quality time is my biggest love language.

I'm not super positive what I want to do with my life.  I feel pretty stinkin' strongly that God has called me to live a life overseas.  At this point that means majoring in nursing and hopefully minoring in community development and transformation.  Where will I go? I don't know.  What will I do? I don't know.  Who will I meet? I don't know.  How long will I be there? I don't know.  How soon do I have to make my decision? I don't know.

What do I know? God is a God that knows no time. He was, and is, and is to come.  And I can rest in that.

It is not time to worry.

What is it time for?
Time to seek the Lord.

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