Time

     Regardless of a person's color or race, where we are born, or how an individual is raised, each person is blessed by God with the gift of time.  It holds such a steady rhythm.  Each seconds ticks away ever so fleeting into minutes.  Minutes roll into hours, & hours turn into days.  Days leap by year after year.  You never can stop it.  You never can go back...only herded forward into each moment.  Some hold a blessing of a miracle.  Some seem better off forgotten.  We don't own it.  We don't even know how much we have or when our clock is ticking down to stop.  All we can do is savor those special gifts as they pass us by, thankful to our creator that He blessed us.
    The one thing we can control once we grow older is how we spend our gift of time.  That can be the struggle.  I know some things seem so necessary-laundry, eating/drinking, working, education...the list goes on, but there should be the urgency to prioritize those precious passing pieces of our time for they will never revisit us again.  I think of my children.  They don't ask us to work harder so they can travel to an exotic land or buy another fad item.  They don't expect the house to be a domestic masterpiece.  They just want us to share that one precious gift-time.  My heart is saddened even today as I witness people shrugging their children off to "get something else done."  For what?  Some imaginary reward?  For sadly they are the loser...loosing the ones they are working so hard for...loosing the hearts of their children.  That is the only thing in this world we can take with us.  I do desire to have a good report with my children & see them all in heaven to be together with Jesus.
    I want to hear Him say "Well done thou good & faithful servant.  Enter into the kingdom of rest!"  I want to take care of the ones He entrusts in our home.  I don't desire my name in lights.  I don't even care what others think.  Some people act as if their opinion matters when actually all opinions mean nothing but the dust blowing in the winds of life.  I do want to be found rendering my gift of time to His approval.  My children are my charge.  I desire to share life giving words with them.  My heart's desire is to really listen to them & be of help in some way.  If time tarries on, one day our grown children will have to make decisions of where to store or most likely trash our old diplomas.  Surely our clothes & majority of the possessions we worked so hard for will be disposed of too.  Yet our time with them will never be forgotten, rather for the good or the bad.  We will both cherish that time spent together in God's word & living in His service.  May none of us forget to spend our blessing of time wisely!  We are blessed with a new beginning of time in this year of 2014, & may we live in each moment for His glory!