Hi, Ladies. Okay, speaking of worry and stress . . . I sat down to write our first post in the "Worry" series (let's think of a different name for it) and as usual I began by reading your comments. At least, I TRIED to read them.
But there was so much, as OLIVIA would say, gosh darn SPAM in there, I had to spend most of my time reporting it and deleting it. I mean, seriously, you do not need to be wading through pharmaceutical ads on here! Honestly.
Then by the time I read your actual comments -- which I try to do very carefully -- my work hours are almost over. Arghh -- I hate spam!
So I'm all, "I don't have TIME for all these issues," and this song pops into my head. It was popular when I was in, um, high school (yikes) and I hear it every now and then on the sixties station on Sirius radio. I don't remember who sang it but I CAN remember the lyrics they did over and over (and did I mention over?): "Ti-i-a-ime is on my side. Yes it is." Think of it being sung like a desperate dirge and you'll have it. (It was the sixties, okay?) There is only one reason that thing would come into my head just then. Okay, maybe two reasons. One is that I'm going crazy. The other is that God is reminding me that time really IS on our side.
* We're each given as much time as we need -- TO DO WHAT GOD WANTS US TO DO. I don't have time to do everything my publishers want me to do in terms of social media. I don't have time to clean my house the way my mother would think it needed to be cleaned (sometimes I'm sure she is churning in her urn, bless her heart). I don't have time to play as much as my dogs want me to (which would be twenty-four seven). You can make your own list of things other people want you to do that you just flat don't have enough hours for. But each of us has time to do what GOD wants us to do. It's a matter of figuring out what that is and doing it first.
* There are two kinds of time. One is the kind we usually think of, which is chronos. Twenty-four hours in a day. Minutes ticking away. First this happens, then that happens, on schedule. You know the word chronological? That's what we're talking. But then there is kairos time. God's time. The kind of time when you lose yourself in something worthwhile and the minutes seem to expand so that chronos time doesn't seem to matter. I feel like I'm in kairos time when I'm really in the writing zone, doing the work God has given me to do. Or when I'm in a deep, meaningful conversation with someone. Or sometimes when I'm practicing centering prayer. You've probably experienced kairos time and maybe didn't even realize it. Give that some thought. The more kairos time we have, the less chronos time will be our slave master.
* If it feels like time is the enemy, something needs to be looked at. Believe me I know this because I do battle with it ALL the time. That's what we're going to look at tomorrow: how time becomes our opponent and what we can do to turn that around.
So between now and tomorrow if you want to comment:
* offer any suggestions for what we should call this series on worry
* share with us the things other people expect of you that you truly don't have time for
* tell us about a time when you experienced kairos
* tell us whether time feels like the enemy or a friend -- or sometimes one, sometimes the other.
Before I go -- welcome back MEGAN! Welcome EA! RACHEL we hope things went well this weekend on the east coast. EMII, thanks for the compliment about Mrs. Isaacsen. Next new fiction book? The MERCIFUL SCAR, coming out in August. Please pray for ABI whose whole family has the flu, especially her grandmother, and for Therese who has an important counseling session next week. GRACE ANNE, you've gotten great advice from the girls here about the boy situation. Don't you just wish people would basically mind their own business? Seriously.
I love you all. See you here tomorrow?
"For everything there is a sesason, and a time for every matter under heaven." (Ecclesiastes 3:1)