tempis fugit

Time.
All I know is there isn't enough of it.

My mind is swimming with all I have to do. My to do lists are piling up.

I'm still having so much trouble scheduling "God time" as everyone around here calls it. Which, shows there is a problem if people have to schedule God into their schedule. So God can only enter in between 2:30-3:30pm?

Our perspectives need to switch. My perspective needs to switch.

This isn't my time, this is God's time that he has given me.

Now this struggle of what I do with it...how I incorporat God into all of it...how?

On a friends blog a few days ago she wrote how she thought Lent was this time of mourning and waiting and wandering and how she didn't buy into it. How could a liturgical calendar determine the mood and season of our lives? But as she looked around, and supported those close to her who were hurting, going through crises, or simple having a rough time it became apparent that this is a time that is deeper than a mark on the calendar. This is a real season that is needed in our lives. I, too, am learning how legitimate his call for us is. Especially during Lent. My mom called this morning to inform me that she had broken her arm. Multiple prayer requests show the hurting, disheartening news regarding friends health and well-being.

I found this today and really liked it: “In the end we will conserve only what we love. We love only what we understand. We will understand only what we are taught.”
—Baba Dioum, Senegalese ecologist

When I kept silent,

my bones wasted away

through my groaning all day long.

5 Then I acknowledged my sin to you

and did not cover up my iniquity.

I said, "I will confess

my transgressions to the LORD "—

and you forgave the guilt of my sin.

10 Many are the woes of the wicked,

but the LORD's unfailing love

surrounds the man who trusts in him.

Psalm 32: 3,5,10