I finally replaced the batteries in our clock last week. Time was standing still at 11:45.
My little man, who has daily deadlines for his home school work, enjoyed the hands of time remaining motionless. And, for me, it was satisfying to finally beat the clock.
But, our fantasy world of crossing the finish line first in our race against time came to an end.
The clock is ticking again.
I had the opportunity, recently, to review the first forty years of my life and consider the ways I’d spent time. If given an opportunity to relive the past, I’d erase the errors and mend the mistakes to be more pleasing to the Author of the ages.
This week, I’ve become aware of my daily, hurried rush against time. Instead of living fully in each moment, savoring the beauty of existence, I am pushing through my days under the subjection of a list of man-created tasks.
Our lives are but a vapor.
Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will travel to such and such a city and spend a year there and do business and make a profit.” You don’t even know what tomorrow will bring—what your life will be! For you are a bit of smoke that appears for a little while, then vanishes. (James 4:13-14)
Jim Elliot, a courageous man who died trying to share God with a tribe in Ecuador, expressed, “When the time comes to die, make sure all you have to do is die.”
When the time comes…
Since time is ticking, may we examine our lives. When we cross the finish line and our earth clock ceases to tick, may we have no regrets…
Knowing we lived fully in the moment.