The first bit of Ecclesiastes, chapter 3 has been on my heart this weekend. It’s all about time. And it seems lately that the ever-elusive time is one thing I never have enough of.
Not enough time to get all the chores done.
Not enough time to plan meaningful time with my husband.
Not enough time to dedicate to all the things I volunteered for. (Oops.)
Not enough time to meet my family’s needs, including my own.
Not enough time to rest.
There really isn’t enough time for ALL the things. Especially all at once. I cannot physically accomplish every chore on my own self-endorsed list, meet every child’s need, lesson plan, plan and execute at-home dates with hubby, stay on top of a socially-conscious and COVID safe social calendar, find time to blog, and whatever else was on my mind that I thought needed to be done simultaneously. I really can’t!
Yikes. I think I write on the over-glorification of busy-ness all too often. You’d think I’d eventually get the picture and figure it out. But I’m learning (yep, still…) that slowing down and taking in each moment and task purposefully, unhurriedly, is a process and something I always have to be re-learning.
There really isn’t time for all the things, but thank goodness there is always a time for every thing. <– meaning each and every thing has a time and a place.
“A time to plant and a time to uproot…”
“A time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing…”
“A time to keep and a time to throw away..”
“A time to be silent (do you hear that, me?) and a time to speak…”
Each and every thing on my to do list and otherwise has a time and a place to be done. To get accomplished. To be checked off or journaled about or experienced. Or better yet, to be drenched in, to soak up, to learn from.
Today I am aiming to re-read Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 — and I’m encouraging you to also — it actually does take one minute or less! I’m also aiming to take not all things, but each thing – whatever that is – one moment at a time. And between each one, I hope to breathe in more of Jesus, and breathe out the (over-busy) me.