Ive recently been scared by how viciously I defend my time when in reality its not mine at all. Every breath I take is a gift from my creator. Oxygen in itself is grace. The danger in me gripping my schedule, or todo list, or obligations closer to my heart than my relationship with Christ (or ever worse, confining him to a schedule, todo lost, or obligation) is that I leave no room for the Holy Spirit to completely ruin my plans for the sake of his will and the exercise of sacrificing mine. When I gave my life to Christ, I gave him permission to wreck and reconstruct everything from my self constructed life plan to the seemingly minuscule seconds of my day to day. No longer do I have to white knuckle the responsibility of monitoring my own destiny. No longer do I have to suffer the stirring up of anxiety when waiting in line for a cup of coffee instead of seeing it as God granting an opportunity for making conversation with someone else in line. The author of time is the author of my time as well. Im reminded to never walk too fast or buy into the lie that I am too busy. The enemy wins when our focus is frozen by the illusion of future. Be here. Be now. Be flexible. Be his. Clock is ticking.
Posted on: Sun, 08 Jun 2014 14:40:18 +0000
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