How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon? ~Dr. Suess
Time. We measure it in years, months, weeks, days, hours and minutes. We all get the same 24 hours in a day. But it really doesn’t feel like it sometimes does it?
You see your friends accomplish much more than you could dream of in their daily cycle. You think, how do they do it? How is there a home-made meal on the table every night in that house? Or how is it that they have a glistening kitchen floor every time you stop by?
We can’t wait for Friday but then hope Monday won’t come too soon. We count down the days to our vacation but then hope it won’t fly by. Time has a way of passing and we can’t make it slow down or stop for even one minute.
Between work, parenting, household chores, errands, socializing with family and friends, etc. our lives are very busy. My mom has always said, “life is about choices” and I feel that swirling around in my head a lot lately. It is very true, we all have choices to make every day. Especially about how we spend our time.
We all compare, it’s just natural. We compare brands of cereal at the market and choose which to purchase. We compare restaurants and choose which to dine in, parks and decide which to visit, and on and on. But, remember, just because you choose one thing and a neighbor or friend chooses another when it comes to how we spend our time, you never know what the other gives up when making that choice.
I am a believer in quality over quantity when it comes to time. Some say they may not spend a large quantity of time doing this or that but the time they do spend is quality time. The problem with that theory, or at least in my experience, is that quality time cannot really be planned. Occasionally what we plan and expect to be quality time ends up not going over well and when we least expect it a beautiful, memorable moment appears and we had nothing to do with it.
When I had very young kids and couldn’t accomplish as much as I wanted, I would always be encouraged knowing that each diaper I changed, each load of dishes I completed was actually an act of worship. My kitchen sink throne- that’s what I called it in my mind. The place where I would stand and pray and listen to God speak to me while my hands completed the daily necessities.
Embrace your gift of time. We can’t do everything we wish to do each day, but we can choose to do what fills our hearts and souls and that will always bless those around us.