Time is a Gift

Desperate, I throw myself on you:
you are my God!
Hour by hour I place my days in your hand,
safe from the hands out to get me.
Warm me, your servant, with a smile;
save me because you love me.

(Psalm 31:14, 15 The Message)

I’ve always had an interesting dance with time. Some moments feel endless and like I have too much time. Often time feels like I might run out of it. How can that be when each day contains the same amount of hours, minutes and seconds?

As we enter Advent and winter, I was dreading more time inside, more time watching the clock. Time was annoying me so much that I put most of my decorative clocks in a drawer. Then today, as I was getting ready to face a “long” day, it occurred to me time is a gift.

And as a reminder of that gift, I pulled the clocks out of the drawer, reset them and placed them in various rooms as reminders.

Time is a gift. How will you embrace it this season?

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