Monday, April 14, 2014
Crazy Busy
In the midst of my longing for rest from busyness, I realize that much of the problem is my own doing. Hoping to find some wisdom in here:
No time
No time to read. No time to see friends. No time to cook dinner. No time to exercise. No time to get everything done that needs to be done. Why does it always feel like there is not enough time? Why am I always in a hurry, always frantic, always late, always behind, always overwhelmed, always stressed?
My Spring Break began at 3:30 on Friday. As I drove away from school, I began to think about how to spend this newly acquired time. My first thought was to get rid of my watch, that bossy old man that ticks away my life, chides me for not submitting to his deadlines, and who cheerlessly moves forward whether I want him to or not.
As I looked down at my wrist to get rid of this merciless taskmaster, I discovered that I had already haphazardly flung the watch into my school bag.
Before the the thoughts had become words in my mind, my heart must have cried out for no time. No deadlines. No hurry. No rush. No more minutes to watch disappear. No more crushing despair and sense of constant failure.
My soul was crying out for the endless summer days of childhood. For time-free moments with family and friends. For laughter and joy. For a peaceful heart.
We were not made for time. That is why it feels so uncomfortable and strange to us. Like a garment too small, we adjust and readjust trying to make it fit. But time will always feel too small because we were made for eternity, life outside of time.
My Spring Break began at 3:30 on Friday. As I drove away from school, I began to think about how to spend this newly acquired time. My first thought was to get rid of my watch, that bossy old man that ticks away my life, chides me for not submitting to his deadlines, and who cheerlessly moves forward whether I want him to or not.
As I looked down at my wrist to get rid of this merciless taskmaster, I discovered that I had already haphazardly flung the watch into my school bag.
Before the the thoughts had become words in my mind, my heart must have cried out for no time. No deadlines. No hurry. No rush. No more minutes to watch disappear. No more crushing despair and sense of constant failure.
My soul was crying out for the endless summer days of childhood. For time-free moments with family and friends. For laughter and joy. For a peaceful heart.
We were not made for time. That is why it feels so uncomfortable and strange to us. Like a garment too small, we adjust and readjust trying to make it fit. But time will always feel too small because we were made for eternity, life outside of time.
'We are so little reconciled to time that we are even astonished at it. 'How he's grown!' we exclaim, 'How time flies!' It's as strange as if a fish were repeatedly surprised at the wetness of water. And that would be strange indeed; unless of course, the fish were destined to become, one day, a land animal'. - CS Lewis
He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end. Ecclesiastes 3:11
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