Reflection time

Often you come across someone you know and wonder what time has done to them. You realize quickly that you can't predict the events that will shape your personality. You might think you can. Sometimes you ponder what avenues you could have taken in life. Looking at the person before you, it appears as if you could have done something. Your mind wanders. You can't ask that person. You just have to listen and pick up the nuances that sometimes jump out at you.

I had one of those weeks, when I realized that time passes by far too swiftly for me to even ponder the consequences of any actions I may have taken. I'm coming towards that time, recalling the year that I've spent in limbo. I can be grateful for the experience. Yet, somehow I still feel disconnected.

Quiet Reflections on time

Last week I realized that there are times when we can't predict what's going to happen. We try to fight the forces that seem to drag us down. Yet those are the times when we need to step back and re-evaluate how we are spending time. As this blog suggests, we often do fight time. We fight it when we decide that we're going to try to bend time to our will, little realizing that we can't do that.

Then there are times when we capture the innocence of a small black dog enjoying the snow. If we only take the time to savor those times, then we'll be better for it.

Snow Time

I marvel at God's providence. He shows us daily that he is in control. How hard I struggle to realize that simple fact. I complain about things I can't do anything about, and don't speak up about things I can.

I marvel at God's timing. He knows the exact time, and his time is perfect. How often we struggle against this time. We want something when we want it. We don't realize that our time is not his time. We fight when we should relinquish control.

Time warriors unite

Thoughts about all she would do echoed in her head. She knew from the time she was small that the Lord had somehow separated her for the task that lay before her. Would she be able to do it? She learned so much, but one of the hardest lessons was trying to let go of things she couldn't change. She felt lost. She had a gift. She didn't know what to do with it.

This lighthouse, now hidden from view, reflected her struggle. She wondered what happened that this lighthouse would stand in such a secluded place. Was the Lord trying to tell her something with the placement of this lonely, out of place lighthouse?

Maybe she would need to fight the forces that threatened to overwhelm her. She knew her destiny as a time warrior. It was that task, that duty that sometimes frightened her. "Let go, Caesarea...let go..."