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Monday, August 10, 2015

MMP: The Blink of an Eye




Monday Morning Post: The Blink of an Eye


Do you ever lose track of time, or do you always know what time it is? Are you a clock watcher constantly checking in on your phone or watch?

God blessed us with a sense of time and it can be our friend, or it can be our enemy. Ever rush through a job at home, or worse at work? Have you ever had to rush to get somewhere on time?

Have you ever asked, what time is it? Do you have the time? Am I on time? What time do I need to be there? Did you know sometimes time runs out.

What if I don't get this done in time? What kind of time frame do I have? What's the timeline? I need more time. I need some down time. I feel like a time bomb. Now that would be a time killer.

We need some quality time. We need some alone time. I've asked time and time again, is there a time difference here? Is it time to pretend, or time to take a leap? I'm having the time of my life, but it's time to say goodbye. 

We use a time clock, we can own a timeshare, buy a Time Magazine, visit Times Square, we can watch Time Bandits, and travel through time zones, but we can't time travel.

All that to say that our life is but a moment of time in God's sight. Psalm 90:1-6 contrasts man's frailty to God's eternity.

For a thousand years in your sight are but as yesterday when it is past or as a watch in the night (Psalm 90:4 ESV)

Because this, our life, can be over in the blink of an eye, and because it is just a moment in God's sight, mindfulness becomes more valuable. What if we were more mindful of our opportunities to serve, of special moments with friends and family, and of all our blessings.

Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day my bring. (Proverbs 27:1 ESV)

Let's use our sense of time as a friend, as a reality tool, a tool to help focus us, strengthen us, and motivate us, to be the likeness of Jesus to all that we meet. In the blink of an eye, let's reveal God's love to someone, tonight, tomorrow ...and each and everyday.

Pray on,
Eddy

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