Great songs are born when they are born. Great books are read and digested slowly. The tide of spiritual understanding ebbs and flows to a rhythm we can’t force. There is a time for working the earth and a time for letting it rest. Relationships and households require awesome amounts of time and energy.
Email, telephone, doorbell break in and disrupt flow. Children need, always. My “lizard brain” (www.sethgodin.com) sabotages my creative efforts. The mere knowledge that I’m responsible for preparing and recovering from three meals a day can cause panic.
Where is the time, Lord, to do what You ask of me?
My pastor one day says, “God gives us enough time to do the things we are called to do.”
I’m comforted. I think, maybe the things I manage to get in are in fact, those things I’m called to do. And the things that never happen – the songs I don’t write – just weren’t meant to be.
One thing I know: I don’t want a rushed life. I don’t choose to be hurried. I won’t be a sighing, frowning, huffing person complaining about “the busy-ness.”
At least, I don't want to be...
So I set, and reset, my eyes on things unseen, things invisible, undying and of infinite value—and in that I’m better able to create space for us to live beautifully moment by moment. I won’t achieve perfection this way, but I hope to walk in peace.
I like that idea – holding eternity in a temporal world.