Friday, November 1, 2013

Tick tock.


I think my biggest enemy is time.

It seems like no matter what I do, there is never enough.

Word of warning: I was in a liberal arts program in college, and I am about to get really profound here.

One of the "curses" of earthly beings is that we are restricted to linear time.  We have no choice in the matter.  No matter what we do to try to stop time, slow it down, or control it, the seconds tick on by.  Seconds turn to minutes, which turn to hours, then days, and suddenly weeks have gone by without you noticing.

In some of my philosophical moments, I wonder if this isn't one of the "curses" we brought on ourselves in the infamous Garden of Eden scandal.  I mean, at some point, Adam and Eve physically walked with God and communed with Him.  I believe God exists outside of time, so did that mean Adam and Eve did also?  I wonder...

Fast forward a few hundred years to the giving of the Mosaic Law.  God commands us to have a Sabbath.  Doesn't this seem strange to you?  Don't murder one another, don't worship other gods...those make total sense to me.  But take one day a week to rest?  Don't mind if I do!  It seems like the easiest one on the list.  But do we keep the Sabbath?  I'm sad to say that probably 50/52 weeks of the year we do not.

Why is it so hard to just freaking rest?!

Could it be because I am always mentally making a list of things "to-do?"  And the list just keeps getting longer....

These days, it seems people are constantly competing for who is busier.  Gather any group of people together and they will eventually start comparing notes on who has the least amount of time.  Honestly?  Although it's a game that I frequently participate in, I don't want to win this one.  Why do we equate busy-ness with importance?  Do I somehow matter more if I have less free time?

I think God knew this.  See...I think God knew that there would be people like me in the 21st century that struggle to sit down and just be.  I think He knew this before TVs, iPads, iPhones, and the thousands of other distractions that we are so proud of ourselves for inventing.

In all fairness, He tried to warn us, y'all.

The past couple of weeks have been non-stop in our house.  I seriously feel like JP and I are playing a constant game of tag--you're it.  With going back to work, it seems like there is a constant hand off between us, with very little time for the two of us together.  We have plenty of family time, but it is really hard to ignore Henry and spend time just the two of us.

I don't have any sage words of wisdom this week.  This is just me dumping my problems onto the Internet for everyone to read in the hopes that others feel the same way, and might have some words of encouragement or advice.

I leave you with this beautiful metaphor of time from one of my favorite movies, Finding Neverland.

Mrs Snow to J.M. Barrie: "I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it?  Time is chasing after all of us, isn't that right?"

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