Text messages allow conversations to be silent.
At 5:15 this morning, I learned the message came in at 10 last night: Grandma’s in the hospital with a high fever and a very low white cell count.
Anxiety begins to build as the summer’s rays fill the room: A heat wave is coming, the car isn’t running well, I said I’d help decorate for the wedding, he’s on standby, and Grandma’s in ICU. The morning kitchen is more movement than talk today. I think each body is thinking about places to be–or not, and things to do–or not. We run through scenarios and possibilities in our minds. But, who decides, I wonder. Of course, I know who.
I set my timer to “5” and this is what came to the screen.
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Although God has all the time, He’s numbered our days. But, He doesn’t tell us how many we have, so we live as each is our last. Or do we? I don’t. I think tomorrow is coming. But, over the years, I’ve done a better job at setting aside what I think is important and necessary to do what He says to do next. It’s not easy. I struggle with it. Writing is certainly something that is pushed to the side. But, if I’m paying close enough attention, I later learn that He’s not asking me to give something up as much as He’s offering something better. Do you know what I mean?
If you find yourself struggling to decide what to do with your time, or you’re asking, “Is it worth it?” set “it” down and wait until God asks you to pick “it” up.
Be encouraged today.