#Weekendblog
Lyricoftheday “Time runs its race within Your Hands”- Hillsong United “Here Now (Madness)”
Isn’t time the strangest concept. The more I think about it, the less I understand how it works or makes sense. I have this experience when I sit with clients. Sometimes an hour can feel like a minute, or a minute feel like an hour. Time often feels like a cruel dictator. Caging our hopes and dreams or tying us to all we used to be. We feel like it should measure something or give us some kind of stability but the only thing we know about time is that, it is always moving. Like a hasmter on a wheel. Running, running, running. Time is a lot like us in that sense. We are always running, running, running. But who will win? Time or us?
I feel like I’m always losing the race against time. I’m always wanting to do more, be more, use more. But it all takes time and I’m sick of waiting and watching it go by.
Isn’t it a comfort that even though it seems to get away from us, it can never outrun our Heavenly Father. He holds us and He holds time. He transcends. He is never early, never late. He exists outside and invites us with him to step off the treadmill of trying to timeline our lives and realize Time is not our enemy: we are held in the same Hands.
