Time is Not my Enemy: Learning to Appreciate the Season
I heard someone comment on the raising of children saying, “The years are short but the days are long.” I would argue this sentiment is true in more than motherhood. Time is a tricky thing. We seem to have too much on our hands or not enough to get it all done.
Time grows wings like children grow out of shoes in the summer. Every time one look’s over her shoulder there it flits away just out of reach. Yet, when hands are deep in dirty dishwater, diaper changes, doing the dailies in the office, classroom or home the second hand seems to slow to a snail’s pace.
Time can be easily wasted and taken for granted. It can also be redeemed.
I’m learning to be aware of the time: the time of year, time in our culture, the timing of life stages. I’m working to hold my time as precious in whatever season I find myself.
Wise King Solomon is quoted saying,
“There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
I used to think NOW was the time for everything. I didn’t want to miss out on all the things! I wanted to gorge myself and my days just incase I might never get the chance to experience it again. But gorging never works out for the glutton. She always ends up missing out on the savoring.
Instead, I am learning the steps to the rhythm of this life. Some seasons are slow dances with tiny steps from one place to the next. Other seasons are a kicking and flicking jive that leaves me breathless but exhilarated. Then there are the seasons without dancing, only what feels like a steady flow of waves crashing down barely allowing me to catch my breath.
Just as the earth spins around the sun and on it’s axis, and the way our earth needs to go through the dead of winter to experience the new life of spring, we need all the seasons. We need to see the colors change in fall. We need the sand between our toes and the salt on our skin in the summer. We need seasons to change to become who we were made to be.
This is the beautiful life. We need the dark night of the soul and the joy to come in the morning. This is the story of redemption we are invited to tell with our days. The longing placed in us for a purposeful life is played out on this stage of living through the seasons. Our pain coupled with our victories are both needed for a broken world to find the mending.
So, what do we do with our time, the numbered days we have been given?
We must not waste it.
No amount of scrolling or denying or medicating will produce any good thing.
We must embrace it.
Even the seasons that cause the tide to rise and the storms to stir, must be embraced. We need to be honest with ourselves and others. Just like we cannot control or predict the weather, the hardest of seasons can hit like a hurricane, tearing what we’ve built to bits and shredded pieces. We must be brutally honest with the depth of destruction and the gaping wounds these seasons bring. Then, just like Solomon himself, we must search for meaning and find the Mender. We must put our hope in eternity and the promise of a time when every tear will be wiped away and all things will be made new.
We must not see time as our enemy.
Time is a gift. Each moment holds another opportunity to find Jesus. Each day is a chance to love Him and love others well. Each passing year is another chapter of His faithfulness.
“He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.”
There are some seasons we may never fully understand this side of Heaven. Yet we can hold fast to God’s word and His character. He will make it all beautiful, in His time.