the framing of days
Our days are framed by hours; yet our lives are eternal ~ untouched by time.
When I begin to lament so few hours in the day, I'm struck by the truth that really, there are enough hours, I just need to look at life differently.
Our days are framed by hours, our weeks by days, our months by weeks, our months by years. We have set up a system to know beginnings, endings; but it is as if we've fooled ourselves.
As a girl, I lived life by expecting what was next. The next school year, the next birthday, the next holiday, the next vacation. Expecting what is to come means I'm not living in the present; and really, isn't living in the present, living yesterday's future anyway?
This past weekend I told my husband that at this time of year, with schooling, with regularly scheduled weekly events, with the holidays and hunting season approaching I just don't have enough hours in the day to get everything accomplished.
And what is on my To Do list that is so important it must be accomplished in one day? Goodness, must each day be some success story?
God seems to gently pull my thoughts back to the truth that my inclinations toward what is best aren't on His mark.
This framing of days was done for man by God in the Beginning: the first day, the second day, the third day, the fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day, the seventh day. My humanness is framed, but my eternal spirit longs for the, well, eternity. The never ending living, living without constraint. However, this constraint is put here for this time, this place, this life.
This Monday had its To Do list, but not everything was crossed off, completed. However, life was lived, people were loved, joy was heard, God was made known. It will continue tomorrow, framed, yet part of the forever song for Him.
When I begin to lament so few hours in the day, I'm struck by the truth that really, there are enough hours, I just need to look at life differently.
Our days are framed by hours, our weeks by days, our months by weeks, our months by years. We have set up a system to know beginnings, endings; but it is as if we've fooled ourselves.
As a girl, I lived life by expecting what was next. The next school year, the next birthday, the next holiday, the next vacation. Expecting what is to come means I'm not living in the present; and really, isn't living in the present, living yesterday's future anyway?
This past weekend I told my husband that at this time of year, with schooling, with regularly scheduled weekly events, with the holidays and hunting season approaching I just don't have enough hours in the day to get everything accomplished.
And what is on my To Do list that is so important it must be accomplished in one day? Goodness, must each day be some success story?
God seems to gently pull my thoughts back to the truth that my inclinations toward what is best aren't on His mark.
This framing of days was done for man by God in the Beginning: the first day, the second day, the third day, the fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day, the seventh day. My humanness is framed, but my eternal spirit longs for the, well, eternity. The never ending living, living without constraint. However, this constraint is put here for this time, this place, this life.
This Monday had its To Do list, but not everything was crossed off, completed. However, life was lived, people were loved, joy was heard, God was made known. It will continue tomorrow, framed, yet part of the forever song for Him.
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