Making Peace With Time…A Series

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I’m currently on a journey—but truly, most days, it feels more like a WARpath.

Already battle weary from the LIFE the last year and a half has thrown at our family, admittedly at times, I want to throw my hands up, and the towel IN. (I’m tired–I’m allowed a cliche or two!)

Well, I thought as I battled, I might as well bring you along with me…in hopes that there is someone else who struggles, who will be helped by my bloody wrestle with the clock…

 I must make peace with time. 

For it enslaves me. I fear it. Feel I cannot harness it. Cannot beat it. Cannot manipulate it.

I feel defeated by the whipping clock hands. By the simplest of things, seemingly, like getting my kids to school on time or getting in my car in time to make the drive to pick them up…on time. By being punctual on date night, remaining true to the departure time my husband and I agreed upon. By showing up on time to meet a friend for coffee.

Not only do I feel defeated, but powerless to get the things on my plate done; to be productive. Balanced. Proverbs 31-like. Powerless to manage—steward—the precious hours and days the Lord has gifted me, to His glory.

As my husband loves to say, “Time waits for no one.” So true—certainly not for this one! {Read a past blog post about my lifelong struggle with time here.}

So come along with me on this journey if you will, and please pray for me as you do… I need all the help I can get!

Disclaimer:

This series will be unlike any of my past posts; very stream of consciousness. A diary of sorts, through this miry struggle of mine…

It promises to be jagged; ragged. Largely unedited, because it’s a raw, bloody struggle, and I want you to see my anguish on the page; my truest self, laid bare, time-beaten…and God willing, in the end, VICTORIOUS in Him over the minutes.

Despite my discouragement at the moment, I feel this is a beautiful place to be. Note the image below–my most favorite pic of the moment–this is where I’m living currently–face to the floor, at the utter end of myself. Here, God can work in the mess that is me.

It’s the worst it’s been in my historic wrestle with time; I can’t get any lower…which means, happily, I have nowhere to go but UP. But now I do the waiting; the struggling…in full trust that my Deliverer will scoop me up in his perfect timing, transporting me to a better place.

To a freer place, released from time’s jail cell.

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Photo Cred: Bethel Facebook page

 {Stay tuned for more of my journey, in “Making Peace With Time”…}


peace with time{Making Peace With Time is a blog series chronicling my struggle to harness and live peaceably with time, finding the blessing in all of it. Time, it’s a gift from above…may its Creator use this journey to wash my eyes, that at the end, I might behold it as such, victorious over my ticking captor…}

 

4 thoughts on “Making Peace With Time…A Series

  1. I look forward to reading the rest. I frequently feel like there is never enough time in the day – race to get it all done just to get up the next day and do it again. so I look forward to some of your insights and our prayers for priorities and wise use of the time we have!

    1. Thanks for reading, Blanda…and I get you–there’s got to be a better way. This is what I’m journeying to find–freedom in this area. Glad we’re in this together!! xoxo

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