My Time Piece

There’s a clock on the wall in my bathroom that isn’t audible until 2:00 in the morning when it echoes in my ears. From my bed I can hear every second that passes in the early morning hours.

Time is such an interesting thing to me. On one hand it seems to be completely man made. Who came up with 24 hours in a day? Why is there 60 seconds in a minute? Who decided?

Then I consider the rotation of the moon, the spinning of earth, the seasons, and years; it’s impossible to think that we can control time at all. Clocks that hang on our walls or the numbers that flash on our phones aren’t controlling, they are just telling what time it is.

How often do we say, “If I only had a few more hours in my day…” Or “I need an extra day in the week.” Or “There just isn’t enough time!”

Such comments force one of two statements to be true: Either the universe is screwed up by rotating the moon around the earth and the earth around the sun, not mentioning all the other stuff that’s spinning around out there. OR we are doing things that we need not be doing. (I vote for the second one – I’ll let you tell God he’s a screw up!)

Maybe time was never meant to be controlled. Maybe it was meant to be appreciated, respected, and cherished. Maybe each second that ticks by on the clock is a second of life, and breath, and love, and not a reminder of all that has to be finished, or started, or achieved.

Maybe the tick, tick, tick at two o’clock from the bathroom wall is there to remind me that I’m just a tick in this world and I can either enjoy it or try to control it.

I wonder why I can’t hear the ticking of the clock at six am, or noon, or when I’m getting ready for bed. Perhaps because there are too many other wonderful sound like the birds, or music, or voices, or life.

At two am there’s just me… and my thoughts… and the ticking of the clock that reminds me that time cannot be controlled, nor should it be attempted. Rather it should be cherished, appreciated, and respected.

I need to fill my time wisely. I need to get rid of the things in my life that steal this precious commodity from me. I may not be able to control time, but I do have the power to decide how I will spend it. If we truly believed that each tick is life, and breath, and love, then how I choose to use it would be different. It wouldn’t be waisted like loose change tossed in a bowl. Rather it would be cherished, protected, and admired like a precious gem handed down through generations.

Tick… tick… tick… there are only so many ticks in a day. Each one is a precious as the next. Together they create a life time. There isn’t one that should be waisted. None should ever be used for anything other than life, breath, and love.

Hey you! It’s time!!

Esther 4:13-14  “Do not imagine that you in the king’s palace can escape any more than all the Jews. For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance will arise for the Jews from another place and you and your father’s house will perish. And who knows whether you have not attained royalty for such a time as this?”

Esther is the bible’s fairy-tale story; an orphan girl who becomes Queen and saves her people. If you’ve never read the story do yourself a favor, pour yourself your favorite beverage, find a comfortable chair and read Esther as if it’s a screen play. It’s a great story.

Esther has a beloved Uncle who watches over her from a far. When he gets wind that there is a plot to kill the Jews, of which he and Esther belong, he sends word to Esther that she must inform the king. Esther responses with, “that’s not as easy as it sounds.”

Esther 4:13-14 is her uncle’s reply. “Don’t fool yourself Esther. Your position won’t protect you. If you choose not to do anything, God will provide rescue another way. And who knows, just maybe you are Queen for such a time as this?”

I love that God’s plans are not completely depended on my ability. If I’m afraid and choose not to do as asked, it won’t derail God’s plans. It will affect me greatly. God’s plans, however, will work with or without me.  I also love the fact that no matter our status or position in this world, we never become exempt from being part of God’s plan.

For such a time as this; I believe that there are many ‘times as this’ in our lives. It is those times when God slaps you on the back of the head and whispers, “Pay attention, this is for you, it’s your time!”

Our ability to hear and willingness to listen, is what changes our worlds.