Today I realize that people make time for things they want to do.
They do.
So when I proclaim, "I don't have time for this," I'm really articulating something else.
I'm really arguing that I don't want to do it or that it's simply not important enough. I'm revealing something about my own heart.
I begin to catch myself and rephrase my statements when I tell someone (or myself) that I don't have time for various activities or engagements. I actually have plenty of time. That's never the issue. It's not time; it's what I value.
And do I believe that the God who calls me into certain tasks--and who authors and orders time--can provide what I need down to the second?
I'm thinking about this as I plan for my week.
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