Time is slipping!
I am not a poet, but the above words were what I put on paper when I was compelled to write poetry for an English Comp class 34 years ago. My “poetry” flowed out of my life. The words rang true. I was a full-time student who was trying to work two or three part-time jobs, keep my grades up, and have a social life.
Through the years I have remembered these words.
Truth is, they still ring true. They always have.
I have the same 24 hours in my day now that I had back then and that I have had through the years. And they never seem to be enough. I always seem to have more to do when the day ends. But through the years I have learned God is in control– I am not. I have learned that the world will go on even if my to-do list was abandoned before completion. I have learned that list will be there waiting when I awake. I have learned that sleep is often an expression of faith in God.
I don’t want to go back in time. I don’t want to skip ahead in time.
I just want to bend time. I want to bend time like Beckham — bend it just enough to get around the obstacles and into the goal.
“…Make the most of every opportunity” (Colossians 3:5).
“Show me, O LORD, my life’s end
and the number of my days;
let me know how fleeting is my life.
You have made my days a mere handbreadth;
the span of my years is as nothing before you.
Each man’s life is but a breath.
Thank You for every moment.
Forgive me when I fail to trust You.
I offer this day to You.
In Jesus’ name,