Time

Well, I'm at the next hurdle. I knew when I quit smoking that that wouldn't be it. I mean I have had a lot of other road blocks besides the cigarettes but they, quite honestly, paled in comparison. I felt that every time I got up and put that cigarette to my lips I was being disobedient and defiling a temple of God. I could envision satan laughing in Gods face while I got up at least ten times a day and ignored God's will to feed my flesh. But the struggle to be freed from that nicotine prison was worth every moment.

When that weight was finally lifted off of my back I entered into an even closer walk with my Lord. With that huge stump in my path gone I spent the next year clearing some of the smaller debris I couldn't see before. I knew eventually I would come across another big one and today I have finally reached a new large dead stump labeled with just one word, time.
I've known it was here for months. I walked right up to the then pewny branch with every confidence of chucking it out of my path as I had been doing with everything else up to this point, but there was a problem. It would not budge. I have been at this thing with all my might and have not gained an inch. You see I hadn't notice, but as I have been clearing the road I have been getting bigger along the way and as I reached this stump it's true size had been distorted. As I have been in this place pushing and shoving I have gradually shrunk back down to my true size.

Time, I recently heard a man say that we are really only created equal in one way, that is we all only have twenty four hours in a day. I have never sat down and really evaluated the importance of the time given to me. You had better believe that people who have just been told they are going to die think long and hard about how they will spend the time they've got left, but why do we wait until then? Why isn't it until time runs short that we realize how valuable it is?

What I as a Christian should know is that there is no such thing as my time. I can't be a living sacrifice passing the hours as if my time is my own. I believe that God wants to give me some time of my own but why should he when I am stealing his.

One of the twigs behind me was tithing and I can relate these two things (maybe because money is time) but anyway, once you realize that all your money is God's it's not so hard to give him ten percent. But the biggest thing I have learned in tithing is that God can do more with ninety percent than I can do with one hundred, the same goes for time.

For months now I have felt like I could get no rest, but I haven't been doing more, in fact I have been doing less. Now, finally, I am facing time head on, little me in the arms of an almighty God. I just pray that when I see the other side I remember to stay little this time.

Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us Hebrews 12:1