Happy Sunday! How did you do springing forward? Ya girl is a little sleepy but still blessed! Today is day seven of the ten day writing challenge I have been participating in sponsored by Kate Motaung at Five Minute Friday.
Today’s word is Mystery.
How quickly time passes is a mystery to me. It is just me or was February was a blur?
My daughter had a 7:00 am call time for her dance competition this morning. For all of you “non dance moms”, a 7:00 am call time at a venue an hour away, meant I was up at 3:45 am. Call times require dancers to be “stage ready” (make-up and hair done in costume with a smile). Since we “sprung forward” today, I was uber excited about our coffee stop.
Just as I was about to complain about how early it was, God reminded me… I won’t have this time with my daughters forever. (Tears). It seems like yesterday they were posing for Christmas photos in matching outfits.
My oldest daughter is graduating from high school this year. I am puzzled about why it feels like I brought her home from the hospital yesterday.
There is mystery in how so many days are spent feeling like you have forever when in reality you don’t.
We dread the mundane tasks of the season we are in and hardly savor the sweet moments intertwined within.
Then, we look around and wonder…where did the time go?
When the Apostle Paul was preparing to die, he had a very heartfelt conversation with Timothy. In 2 Timothy 4:7 Paul made a declaration about his life:
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.
This text causes me to question my “fights”.
Are the things I feel so passionate about good fights?
Are the activities I fill my life with part of my race or are they off-road detours?
In the challenges of my days, do I keep the faith or cower in fear and doubt?
Discerning the “good fights” of life may not solve the mystery of time but it will allow us to finish well.
Have you evaluated your “fights” recently?
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(You don’t have to have a blog to join. Pen and paper still work and writing is therapeutic.)