Spring forward to lose sleep…sounds exhausting. time is becoming more useless to me everyday. i forget about it, it creeps up on me, and i feel guilty for not paying attention. ’Time is money’, ‘time is wasting’, ‘time is short’. All things we’ve heard before. my thought today: do i care about my time more than i do others? Is mine more valuable?
Then i think of Jesus praying in the garden. While the disciples slept, He prayed. More than likely for them and himself. i bet He didn’t lose track of time. He knew his time was not his own. i wonder when i will learn this concept of dying to myself in order that others will be lifted up. It’s not easy when your ego is as super-human as Sampson’s strength.
How often should we die to ourselves? How many Rob Blackwell’s will i have to destroy before i get it right? Build a wall to tear it down, right? Does my time mean anything if it’s not for others? Too many questions to fully understand in an evening.
Prayer for tonight: Lord, let me never think my time is more important than anyone else’s. Thank you that you died for me knowing that i’d fail you everyday. Your grace and mercy quench me, and sustain me.
The writing and playing continues as Avrile gets old. 8.5 months now. Time flies. Well, off to bed. More death and carnage as i try to die to myself yet again tomorrow. Man, only Jesus is worth this
and that makes you worth it.