Our generation is obsessed with time. We are determined to make every minute count. Executives attend seminars on time management. Busy moms shuffle scheduled school events and childrens church and community activities, wondering how they can balance housekeeping, carpooling and part-time jobs. Retired couples find time on their hands; bored and restless they plan trips they may not be able to afford and hide the reality that they have drifted apart. Why must we always be busy? Where are the carefree hours on the front porch swing or evening strolls?
I need to turn from the obsession of time on my hands and focus on the assurance that time is in His hands. (Ecclesiastes 3:1-8) He has a perfect plan and purpose. Students study history by the use of time lines and noteworthy events. From conception, until my last fleeting breath, time propels me closer to Him and the heavenly home He has prepared. “To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven: A time to be born, And a time to die (Ecclesiastes 3:1-2a NKJ).” As time ticks away, I find joy in a moment of solitude and guilt free daydreaming of times ahead….