It's those times we have to wait for the water to boil, the coffee to perk, the popcorn to pop, the iron to heat up. OR...in the case of my granddaughter pictured here--the rollers to curl her hair. She loves what hot rollers do to her waist-long sleek honey-blonde hair. But she sure hates waiting for those rollers to do their magic.
Makes me wonder how God can be so patient with me. Bet He sits up in Heaven next to His Son Jesus and leans over and says, Son, is she ever gonna learn? Hmmmn.
Time is a strange commodity. We want more of it so we can use more. While we count the hours, we waste the moments. I can't tell you on any given day how much time I waste. I do wonder sometimes.
What must I be doing in order not to waste time? Save it? How can I save it? The more I rush around trying to save time, the more I seem to waste. Ecclesiastes says there is a time for everything: a time to laugh--a time to cry. A time to dance and a time not to dance. A time to work and a time to play. So I suppose time is less relevant in itself, than what one is doing within a given time.
Gosh, can you imagine? God created the entire world in six days and then rested on the seventh. Some weeks, given what I do, I rest six days and work one. (If ya add up the hours of real-work-time versus wasted time) I don't suppose sleep could be counted for wasting time. But watching TV? I do think that is a waste. That's why I rarely watch it. I must confess, I did watch American Idol last night and House. Eeeek. Dr. House pulled a humongous tapeworm from a girl's intestines that had been robbing her of vitamin B-12 and creating havoc in her endocrine system. Gross thing to see.
I babysit my grandchildren quite a bit. I don't consider that a waste of time. Often I do it, because it gives my daughter time to run errands, catch up on bookkeeping and sometimes have lunch with her husband in peace and quiet. And I get the added benefit of playing with playdoh, coloring mermaids, and painting rainbows. Is that a waste of time?
I blog quite a bit. I read alot more than I write, actually. I've been learning alot of stuff I never knew. I've learned differences in faiths. Different Doctrines. Politics of the Southern Baptist Convention.
I've discovered how one person's attitude impacts another's attitude. How one person's view inflames a multitude of others views. And in some cases, how fruit-less it all appears in light of the true "fruit of the Holy Spirit". I comment now and then when I feel my input is worth putting in. But often, I'm misunderstood. I'm not upset with that, though. I've been misunderstood before, and I can truly understand how someone can get the wrong idea from another when they don't know that other person--their hearts, or their spirits.
Occasionally someone tells me my comments are "a bright light" or "encouraging" or "give them a laugh". That is what I live for in the comments I leave. I do want to be a bright Light and encourage folks to laugh. Life is too short to be so intense that tension rules the Spirit within us. There's just not enough time to waste it being angry.
Sometimes I just read the first two paragraphs of a person's blog and their summary--then I dive in to the comment stream. Most times I only do that if I know some of the swimmers within the stream. But honestly?
A lot of blogs are not worth reading. Sorry. I'm sure folks think that of mine, too. I'm not offended though. I don't really write to gain a huge audience. I have a few friends who read me faithfully. They copy my writing and give it to their spouses, or send it on to their friends. That's neat. Because if they like what I say, and it gives a moment of encouragement, or joy, or comfort, or edification to their thinking--I find that I've not wasted a second tapping out the words that I do on the keyboard before me.
Lately, I've been a bit tempted to read some of the more controversial blogs. I noticed something about reading them, though. They don't make me feel good.
Now, I don't mean that in a way that suggests I live by experience and feelings. Because there is nothing I love more than my pastor's sermons on Sunday mornings when his Words prick my heart and convict me of change. I'm talking about there are some blogs that do nothing...absolutely nothing to fuel the love I have in my heart. The joy I want to impart. The peace I want to render. The gentleness, kindness and goodness I seek to emulate. The patience and self-control I seek to cloister. Some blogs leave me realizing I have truly wasted my time.
Then God says, "Oh, no, SelahV. I led you here for a reason." It's then I begin to question the Sovereignty of God.
But He gently and calmly tells me to pray. "Pray without ceasing. Pray blessings upon those whom you know are Mine. Pray their hearts be softened and their eyes be opened. Pray that their words pour forth as balms of Gilead. Pray they repent. Pray they seek My face, humble themselves and pray like I am calling you to do. Pray they turn from any wicked self-exalting and self-centered way. Pray for them, SelahV. And then I will hear their voices and will open the windows of Heaven and pour out such blessings they won't be able to store them."
So I do. And I will. And I can't help but love them. They are kin after all. [copyrighted,selahvtoday,2007]