Time is such a thing, isn’t it?
Last time I checked it was June.
In June, my days were dragging along and I was in a paranoid rut and figuring I would never get a job.
Suddenly, its December 16th.
Time is literally flying by.
I have a job, and I am in a paranoid tailspin, figuring I will never find the time to buy a single Christmas gift.
I have become fairly certain that this will henceforth be known as “That Christmas Mom Gave Us I.O.U.s and Cried”
Indeed, time is a thing.
It always has been.
The bible says the enemy comes to steal.
In my life – the enemy steals away my attention.
He causes me to lose focus – or rather causes me to focus on all the wrong things.
The small things grow so big — the unimportant seems vital.
The chaos seems like something I have to fix, to control and suddenly I forget that I was just about to reach for peace and calm and God.
Sadly, for me, this distraction (and not just at this time of year – it’s a year round battle) often steals my intentionality and purpose.
I sometimes feel like I can accomplish one hundred things in a day and never have gotten to the one or two things that I wanted to do the most.
Never made that phone call.
Forgot to say the thing I really wanted to have heard.
Never stopped over to hug the friend I meant to hug.
The special note I wanted to send, remained unwritten.
The words, placed on my heart, as I prayed for someone – I didn’t share them.
And the enemy wins.
And it is a double edge sword.
Because when he distracts me with the unimportant..the clutter..I end up unsatisfied by the things I made time for and the need to “get it all done” has only intensified – as if I had done nothing at all.
And on the other side – the unsaid may cause someone I love to doubt me.
The unwritten note may cause someone to hurt more than they needed to.
The hug, never given, means I didn’t connect and I didn’t get the chance to know how deeply they were hurting – or for them to know how deeply their hurt matters to me.
When we try to breathe life into useless, futile tasks we begin to die a bit on the inside.
When we let the vital things fall out of our focus, we lose our own vitality.
And we lose our balance, our hope, and our sense that God is using us for something more than “busy work”.
We have to be sure that we are speaking the words, doing the things, that breathe life.
That we are being life – not just surviving it.
Focus on the things that matter.
In this busy season.
Or just in this busy day.
Or this cluttered moment.
I have been guilty of pouring life into dead things.
Can you relate?
Letting vital things die.
Letting focus be stolen away from the only two things we could ever do with our time, the only things that have ever mattered at all ..
– the heart of God
– the people around me.
I want to change it.
I want to breathe life.
Throwing off the clutter that consumes, focusing on the vital and authentically yours,
“Mary sat on the floor, listening to Jesus as he talked.
But Martha was the jittery type and was worrying over the big dinner she was preparing.
Martha came to Jesus and said, “Sir… Tell her to come and help me.”
But the Lord said to her, “Martha, dear friend, you are so upset over all these details! There is really only one thing worth being concerned about. Mary has discovered it—and I won’t take it away from her!” (Taken from Luke 10 in The Living Bible)