Wednesday Word

Time...

What images dance around your mind when you hear that word, "time"?

Clocks

Calendars

Magazine by that name

Is time friendly or a foe?

Does it offer a blessing for this present moment or seem too fleeting and fading ~ like trying to grasp at sand that slides through your cliched fist?

Volaire poetically penned his definition of a day as that longest and shortest; the swiftest and slowest; divisible and extended; neglected and regretted, without nothing can be done, devours all that is little and ennobles all that is great.    

Often the image that comes into our mind when we think about our days is a calendar or planner.  Neat boxes of equal size that form a bigger box that lead to the next month that looks just as orderly.  But that isn’t life.  Some days are filled with laughter and love, some days drag on.  Some days cause our hearts to break and other days our souls to soar.  

Why is that?  

There is a tension within the truth within us in someways with time.  We know every day has twenty-four hours, we know that there are some rhythms and routines that help us tell time from what we have every morning for breakfast to closing out the day by reading and saying our prayers.  But in-between my smoothie each morning and reading when the stars are twinkling each night, there are all sorts of experiences and encounters that fill those hours.  

Look back over this last week.  

If I asked you, one highlight, what might you say?  When made you laugh out loud?  What brought tears to your eyes?  Where was the beauty in the ordinary?  

Psalm 90 asks, How do we number and order our days?

As we enter this new month, how do we number and order our days, trusting that God's presence is a persistent part of however/whatever we do.  

I pray as you look at the days to come, you would sense a trace of God's grace each moment you look at your watch or the calendar to see what day it is.

Amen.