They say time is money, but that’s not true. Time is life. God gives us time. And who has time for God
(Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts p64)
My soul is like teflon to this message. I strive and scheme, filling my heart and mind with plans and ponderings about how to make things better. Yet the better I seek may in fact be the present I already have in Christ.
As I seek ways to be happier, more content, less at the mercy of serotonin and synapses, I have filled my ‘to-do’ list with ever more stuff that only has potential to be helpful. In pursuing my list of possible cures I’ve forsaken some of what has proven to be essential in the past. I try to go faster, to make more happen, only to crash and burn. Weakness forces me to stop, to simply be for a while.
God did not call me to cure my life but to live it. To live it in Him, giving thanks for grace.
The quiet joy of writing with pen on paper.
Church bells ringing.
A good, long night’s sleep.
It was an old pair of jeans I ripped when I slipped over and hurt my knee.
Permanent reminder to seek joy by thanking God.
Tradesmen to fix the hash I made of our bathroom.
New bath installed, finally!
Honest discussions about the darkness that haunts me.
An understanding boss.
Slowing down to think thankfully.
Tiredness beckoning me to sleep.
The doctor was right and my cynicism was wrong.
Chatting to Mum and Dad on the phone.
My brother getting the job he wanted.
The end of my work week.
A friend being told, “it isn’t cancer”
Children all tucked warm in their beds on a cold stormy night.
Warm water on my skin on a cold morning.
A new TV.
A rabbit hopping along George street!!
City lights sparkling like the frost on the footpath.
Pink sunrise reflected in frozen puddles.
Only slipping once on the ice.
Hockey stick, violin and a shoebox house careless on a bedroom floor — instruments of an active child’s living.