How many years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds do I have in this life?
It’s one thing to waste money, not a wise thing to do at all, but there is a chance you can earn it back, replace it.
Time wasted is gone forever…
a part of my life gone forever.
I need a lot of margin in my life.
When the page of my day gets scribbled too full I get pulse quickening anxious.
I seem to require a lot of quiet time, thinking time, nesting time, creating time, seeking beauty time.
So for a person like me, how do I determine what is a waste of my never to be seen again days, hours, minutes, seconds? When does needing down time become wasting time?
Is it a waste that it takes me a few minutes of staring into space and just thinking with a hot cup of coffee before I’m ready to face the day?
I know it’s not a waste of time when I take Bible, journal, inspirational reading, quiet moments, to really connect with Jesus. I also know that there are times that I have wasted the time, rushing to get it done, going through ritual, not really connecting at all.
Meeting with hurting people, counseling them, praying with them, sometimes it’s so clear that the time has been well-used, sometimes it seems the time has been wasted, trying to help someone who really doesn’t want help.
The lines of what is time well used and time wasted can be blurry, indistinguishable.
An hour walking my neighborhood for exercise, playing with grandbabies, a date with the Hubs, nesting, decorating, writing, photography, painting, creating, crafting, cooking, meeting with friends, laughing, blogging…these to me are the dessert that makes the meal of an ordinary day special. When does too much “dessert” become self-indulgent gluttony, time wasted, life wasted?
I don’t have the answer but I do know one thing for sure. My whole life, every year, month, week, day, hour, minute, second, is not my own. I have been bought with a Price. I am His. The right to say yes or no to how I spend these never to be seen again minutes belongs to Him.
That’s where I must start, reminding myself that my time is His time, and asking Him to show me how to use it. I do have eternity, life eternal, but how I spend the moments in this life, this “dressing room for eternity” is important, does make a difference. I need daily Wisdom greater than my own to spend it wisely.