Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Time is like water from a fire hydrant...

Do you ever feel that way?
Trying to cup your hands to catch the water from a hydrant but end up choking in the overflow?

Well, that was me until a few moments ago.

My phrase was, "It's just one of those seasons." You know the sort. The kind that makes you feel like a revolving door of events and emotions: always changing-moving-shifting-modifying-accommodating. The cup was always half full of things to do.
I've never considered myself one of those people who gets stressed out easily or begins a nail-biting habit whenever there is a strain in the schedule. In fact I never even had a written schedule until recently. I've always been more of the laid back least I think I am :)

But, perhaps that is a undiscovered pride issue :)

I shared this with my Mom tonight and she asked, "You don't enjoy it? You don't stand there in front of the water blasting with your mouth open? Taking it all in?"
My first thought was, "Why aren't I"
Maybe these are the feelings, situations that make people say,
"Lord, Your will be done! Because I haven't been checking anything off my to do list!"
Ce la vie I suppose...

I'm not saying it's easy trying to graduate, get a driver's license, and a plethora of "little things".
Like I said in an earlier post, I tend to resemble the mouse that was given a cookie, and asked for a glass of milk.
It is so easy for me to organize all the sock drawers in the house, while neglecting my studies (In my defense, it is not always intentional, but it does happen).
The key for me is not to always attend to the "need of the moment".

This is one of my favorite psalms, I've put up different sections
but really the entire psalm is wonderfully encouraging and sweetly convicting.
And I would encourage you to study it sometime.

Psalm 90
For a thousand years in your sight are but as yesterday when it is past,
or as a watch in the night.
You sweep them away as with a flood; they are like a dream,
like grass that is renewed in the morning:
in the morning it flourishes and is renewed;
in the evening it fades and withers.
The years of our life are seventy,or even by reason of strength eighty;
yet their span is but toil and trouble; they are soon gone, and we fly away.
Who considers the power of your anger, and your wrath according to the fear of you?

So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.
Let your work be shown to your servants,and your glorious power to their children.

Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us, and establish the work of our hands upon us; yes, establish the work of our hands!

1 comment:

The Pedersen Family said...

Well said, Elena! I can definitely relate, since we're in the middle of unpacking from a move, preparing a house to sell, and packing for vacation all at once. It's forcing me to carefully prioritize my time, since I can fill my entire day with good and even necessary productivity, but leave out or sadly compromise the time spent on the really important things.



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