There is an
old saying that says there is a season and a time to every purpose under
heaven. The challenge is to determine what season you are in or approaching in
your life and how to use the time that will be allotted to you.
As I was
contemplating this thought at 5:10 this morning, it came to me that time can be
thought of as chunks of opportunity for your discretionary use. This chunk of opportunity – 5 minutes, or 15,
or, if you are fortunate, an hour or more will leave its own legacy depending
on what it is directed to. It can be
saved and added upon and recycled in our own or another’s life or it will
simply evaporate—it can be wasted.
So what did
I do? I got up, put on my pants, and
started writing. My little ‘season’ allowed me to do this before the phone
started ringing, before people showed up on my doorstep, before the business or
doctor’s office opened up, before the birds needed feeding, or even the sun
came up.
What do you
want to do with your time while the season allows it?
It may have
to do with ‘goals.’ For years when I
heard anyone mention ‘goals’ I dismissed it immediately because so many goals or
resolutions are proposed but so soon shuttled or forgotten. We seem to get caught in the current of life’s
demands and are carried downstream toward some unsought destination that had
little to do with our plans, hopes, or
dreams. Why? Rather than act, we would be acted upon. Anne Murray’s old song “Time, Don’t Run Out On Me” came to mind.
Time, unless
we act, will run out.
To override
the otherwise inexorable inevitability I have found to be a word of wisdom a
little gem of thought that was suggested by an old carpenter. He said, if you want to build a house (or
anything, I extrapolated –such as a life) start sawing. If you want to be loved, start loving. If you want to be smart, start reading and
observing. If you want friends, be a
friend. If you have a winter of discontent, start preparing for a spring of
renewal and new beginnings.
Start sawing,
walking, running, serving, painting, reading,
fasting, singing, working.
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