Another day is slowly melting away into early evening. I got up an extra forty minutes this morning to make more time for doing the things I would like to accomplish in a day. Time. Something we all wish we had more of. Time to work out. Time to spend with loved ones. Time to spend with God. Time to just be by ourselves. We are all so short on time. But we need our sleep. It is so good for us to make sure we have an adequate amount of rest. Yet I yearn to have more of it. Time to work out. To read. To write. To garden. To bake. To clean. To write a letter or to call a good friend with whom I haven’t spoken with in quite a while.
I guess it is true that we make time for what we really want to do. I complain to my husband that I can’t seem to find enough time to get everything done. He tells me to organize my time better. And this is true. If I would sit down and think about it seriously, I would realize that I have spent too much time wasting away at social media sites. Not that we shouldn’t make some time for that too, but I think that we have a tendency to overdo it in that area. It’s so much fun, though! I love connecting with people; old friend and making new ones. As I approach my fiftieth birthday this Fall, I realize that I need to get in as much doing as I possibly can. More than half my life is basically over. Wow. Talk about something that can depress you! But enjoying one’s life and the time remaining is very important. We shouldn’t be squandering our time. We should be making the most of it.
Yesterday was my older son’s birthday. He is now twenty. No longer in the throes of teenage angst. But now an official adult. I made time yesterday to bake a homemade cherry pie, removing the pits and all. An interesting time. But I love my sons, and my husband, and would do anything for them. I made the time.
Each day, a gift. Each thoughtful word or compliment is like money in your soul’s account. Give and spend wisely.