It’s all we have – time. We have nothing else.
Looking back through the porthole of the past, all we ever had was time.
Everything else we ever had in life was delivered to us through the context of time. Through space we had being and through time we had entity.
So, all we ever needed was time. Actually, we were given our time so it was never a need. What is given us can only ever be received. It can only be taken with gratitude. Hence the solution to all our woes, though it’s often woes that cause us to realize this.
And God, not ourselves, orders our time. This we find impossible to accept until we understand the folly in resisting the Flow of Life ever greater than our own pitiful influence. We have no influence to create, and to imagine we do is the biggest waste of our lives. We simply have the influence of choice. And the glory of such influence is any series of good decisions made.
Our bodies quickly waste away, and just as quickly, once we’re in a wooden box, we are soon again dust.
Sooner still we’re rendered to nothing but spirit, soul departing, never to return. Off we depart for a better place if we would only believe for that place, believing in the Owner of that place and this place.
So, if ever we were to say, “I don’t have enough time,” or “I don’t have the time for this,” we imagine realities that are not afforded us, unless that is we’re choosing to waste time or to go against what would ordinarily be God’s will for our lives.
We ought not chase degrees of anxiety through seminaries of elective angst.
We should rather pursue reflections of bliss where levity’s thankfulness abounds on the wings of gratitude. Wondrous flights of faithful appreciation for acceptances of reality are delicious to experience.
Time is a gift. Each one has their cherished allotment.
Steve Wickham holds Degrees in Science, Divinity, and Counseling.