Tuesday, October 9, 2012

I Have Time For This


Clocks move fast and I know I should be moving even faster. I'm already late, but something stops me. I don't have time for this! I tell myself, while starting for the stairs. I can't move though, I'm frozen. It's like I know that I don't even have a choice. Learn to appreciate a beautiful moment without you're camera! I preach to myself, but it doesn't work.

The shutter clicks once, then again, three times, maybe seven. Voices shout to me from lower floors, reminding me that I have to be somewhere. Okay, that's enough. I decide.

I race down the hallway, retracing my steps back to my room. I return the camera to its safe place in the bag and then slam the door behind me.


The Artist is constantly at work, splashing His creations all over everywhere, but most of the time the audience is looking in the wrong direction. It isn't that beauty has vanished, just that we are blinded to it...no, distracted from it. The sounds of ticking clocks seems to overpower the gentle whispers of His presence and sadly, we scarce think twice about it.


Were always late for something, or fighting to get there on time. Priorities build in our minds, cluttering our thoughts with the trivial things. The Artist is more than aware of this and His response is far too gracious for my mind to even grasp. His brush tickles the canvas, splashing colors and shapes everywhere. It's almost as if He were telling us to just slow down, stop and remember that He is the purpose in all of this.


Busy or not, we need to stay focused. Our main pursuit is Christ, our one desire should be to know and love Him with all of our hearts. He is a jealous God. He wants our all and we should want to give it to Him. Sure, we might have places to be or people to see, but in doing those things, let's stay awake, fully awake to the gentle whispers and reminders that He sets before us. Think about it...what if you were to cook up a feast, a massive feast. There you are, staring at the table, waiting for the ones you love to come in and enjoy it. They rush through the room, notice it briefly and then say, "I don't have time for this!" They don't even taste a bite of it, they just race through the door and leave you standing there. They don't even say thank you. 

How often do we stop to acknowledge God's creations and thank Him for the privilege of enjoying them? Have our senses become so dull to the wonder around us, that we think the fleeting treasures of this world are of greeter import? Next time you see the Artist's handiwork, stop. Say thank you. Don't just rush out the door. Tell yourself, "I have time for this." Even if you can only spare a few moments, spare it. Sharpen you're senses. Stay awake. It will change everything. It will be worth it.

"You shall not bow down to them or serve them, 
for I the LORD your God am a jealous God" ~Exodus 20:5

2 comments:

  1. Ahhhh I love your voice when you write. It's so real and yet kinda poetic, like even when you're stating facts you're telling a story. And I love this message as well- it's so easy to speed through life and not notice the beauty that has been crafted all around us. Well said, dear.

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  2. Oh. my. gosh. You are a brilliant writer. I started reading this as if this story was complete isolated from my life and I ended up as if I was looking in a mirror and the story was about me all along. I don't mean it in a selfish way, more like a realization: an epiphany. That's how good of a writer you are. And the main character (The Artist) just adds everything LOVELY, AMAZING & MAGNIFISCENT to this.

    Great teamwork. I'm in awe. Keep working for God.

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