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envoi de fleurs

Time ticks relentlessly. It plows through each day in unforgiving consistency. A messy, pulsating, ruthless beast out to devour.

What’s worse is that we can’t control it. We can try to go with it, mold it, make it work for us–and I do, I try my hardest to wrestle out the minutes of productivity, or silence, or break. We can’t harness time and we can’t harvest time, it’s just too powerful and unwavering.

This potent thing man has wrestled through history has won every battle. Not once has man stopped it, or even slowed it down. It ticks on and on and on. The metronome that controls us.

Like a song, we’ve all been composed with a certain rhythm, for a set amount of time. Eventually the music will fade and we will be gone. We don’t know how many sheets of music we’ve been written for, how long we have here.

So why do we live the way we do? Why do I live the way I do?

A slave to the clock, to the tick, tick, ticking away of every second. Waiting, dreading, hoping for what is coming in five minutes, two hours, or ten years. Planning out and working hard towards a certain time to accomplish so many things. Longing for thirty hour days to obtain success over this monster called time.

What do I do with the time I have? I work towards petty goals, fleeting rewards, and inconsequential ends. Embarrassing amounts of time are wasted in the loud cacophony of the internet or the black hole of television or worrying about things that time itself will prove harmless!

I sit in my warm house, surrounded by my healthy family, confident that everyone I love is safe, and I am lazy with my time. Unrealistic shows full of lies and disillusionment flash on the TV in front of me, and very real, very horrific events flash before the eyes of so many across the world.

What am I doing with my time?

I don’t know how much time I’ve been given, but I know that the time I’ve wasted is useless, pathetic, and gone forever.

“If your every heartbeat comes at the very cost of Someone else giving you His–would you waste it?”Ann Voskamp

Time will never be on my side, but Jesus is, and He is master over time. He wrote this life-song for me, and we dance to the beat perfectly. He desires for me to turn down and turn off the competing sounds of this world so that the song He wrote for me resonates more beautifully.

Jesus already knows cadence of this melody–He wrote it for me. He wrote in the loud, strong, and passionate notes that are His deepest desires for me. Jesus wrote the softest, sweetest notes that lovingly whisper His peace through my life. He wrote the deep, pounding bass of grace to drive me through to the end. Jesus wrote the periods of rest that He seems so far away in, but grow my love deeper still.

God wrote movements into my song, and He dances with me to the beat of His timing.

So why do I live the way I do?

My time here is limited, but my God is not. Surrendered to His Will, there is no wasted time. He has one agenda, and I want to be a part of it–of the greatest adventure found in the fullest life. One lived in the freedom in following Christ, not enslaved to the sickness of this world.

 
 
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