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Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping….

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Teach us to number our days that we may gain a heart of wisdom.  Psalm 90.12 niv

When I get the time…

Where did the time go?

There aren’t enough hours in the day…

Time flies when you’re [fill in the blank].

I don’t have time for this.

An “alarm” clock.  Is this why time alarms me???

A quote I have kept for years…

“Don’t ever say, ‘I don’t have time.’  What you mean is ‘I haven’t arranged my life so I can make the time to do more of the things that are meaningful to me.'”  ~Alexandra Stoddard

I continue to work on discerning the difference between the apprehensive, nerve-inducing “what time is it?” and the more important “what is it time for?”  I wanna be doing the right thing at the right time.  Ecclesiastes 3, says,

1 For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven.

2 A time to be born and a time to die.  A time to plant and a time to harvest.

3 A time to kill and a time to heal.  A time to tear down and a time to build up.

4 A time to cry and a time to laugh.  A time to grieve and a time to dance.

5 A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.  A time to embrace and a time to turn away.

6 A time to search and a time to quit searching.  A time to keep and a time to throw away.

7 A time to tear and a time to mend.  A time to be quiet and a time to speak.

8 A time to love and a time to hate.  A time for war and a time for peace. 

9 What do people really get for all their hard work? 10 I have seen the burden God has placed on us all. 11 Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end.

I don’t want to get all the way to the end and realized I wasted precious time, not one minute of the plan of God for my life. 

There is a TIME { f o r } everything, even if this isn’t exactly the time right now.  A mystery I am pondering.  If I had it to do all over again…

Teach us to number our days, our hours, our minutes and seconds; teach us to discern and organize our very lives, Lord, in a way that welcomes You (Wisdom) and heals our hearts….Every morning, every evening, all our days: May Your favor rest on us.  Establish the work of our hands, yes – establish the work of our hands. 

From Psalm 90, a Prayer of Moses, the man of God

If I could put time in a bottle, the first thing thing that I’d like to do….

NOTE TO SELF:  So, ummmmmm….in light of the previous post (from yesterday), it must be time for Heaven Fest.

A Portion of Thyself

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“The only gift is a portion of thyself.”

True. I believe this.

Although I am very fond of my vintage orange kitchen accessories from Steph and fam (plus an all-new blog design!).  And my new work-out pants have revved up my power-walking.  I adore the o-so-flattering jeans Stormie bought me: they fit!…did my legs just get longer?  Did I just get a needed lift? And DP and Tara and the I-POD Touch…omygoodness.  Just waiting for my life’s best song list to get to 7000 or so (well on my way).

Rocky and Jovanie know I need my medium-rare steak and plenty of it.  Off to The Outback I shall go, several times (plus the “Jeanie green” coffee cup?  Lovin’ it!)!  Tre Tre is going to do a photo shoot for me – of anything or anyone I want!  It will be a shoot of my kids and grandkids, of course ~ what else??

Little brother, Joe sent me a book on how to talk southern (they do have their own way) that was a family fav in the 70’s and a 2-set LP by The Rambos, THE Moslander-family music-of-my-life.  My husband loaded me up with clothes and all the things he knows I love and like to have on hand…

I got showered with lots of great, thoughtful, sweet, beautiful gifts for Christmas.  There was way more than I deserved, but I sure love it all.

But really?  It is when I have been blessed with something of the giver, a portion of their heart ~ in thoughtfulness, sweet words, a shared secret, a common memory,  treasured moments and especially their time – that I know I have been gifted beyond my ability to ever repay or comprehend.   To receive something that reveals a part of another person’s heart to me is the greatest gift I could ever hope for. 

Thank-you to all of you who share yourselves with me (your dreams, your fears, your hopes and love…and just ~ you).  My heart is enlarged in the receiving.  And I am…gifted.  Grateful.

The Devil Doesn’t Get My Days

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The devil may wear Prada, but the devil don’t get my days.

“…that your days and the days of your children may be many in the land…”  Deuteronomy 11.21

“Seven times a day I praise You for Your righteous laws.”  Psalm 119.164

Psalm 31.15 “…My times are in Your hands…”

“The bolts of your gates will be iron and bronze, and your strength will equal your days.”  Deuteronomy 33.25

“No one will be able to stand up against you all the days of your life.  As I was with Moses, so I will be with you; I will never leave you, nor forsake you.”  Joshua 1.5

“In times of disaster they will not wither; in days of famine they will enjoy plenty.”  Psalm 37.19

“Teach us to number our days aright that we may gain a heart of wisdom.”  Psalm 90.12

“All the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be.”  Psalm 139.16b

Falling Back and the Delicious “Extra Hour”

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Daylight Savings Time and the practice of setting clocks back one hour in the fall and forward one hour in the spring (fall back, spring forward!) does not bug me nearly as much as it did at one time.

Soon after we were married we lived in Kokomo, IN where they did not observe Daylight Savings Time, so when the rest of the world changed, we just defiantly stayed put.  And primetime programming for us was 8-11 pm, and the ten o’clock news came on at 11.  We were out of sync with the rest of the nation for 6 months out of the year, as if we were defending some right to religious freedom?  THAT was weird!  AND you could always count on your lowest church year attendance with that “lost hour” each spring when we pastored.  Very troubling.  This is why, you’ll notice, churches are the greatest trumpeters bar none, of the whole clock-setting, time-changing ordeal! 

But no, I am not troubled by it now like in the old days.  Now I am only aggravated by every single time-related conversation for at least a week after the time change being some thing like:

Me: What time is it?

Other person: It is ____ o’clock…but REALLY it is ____ o’clock!

Yes, people want to tell me what time it would have been if Daylight Savings Time had not just upset our entire universes by one hour.  I’m pretty sure I could calculate that on my own, if I ever needed to.  But it did change, people, it did!  Roll with it.

Now, in the fall, I relish in the wondrous thought of an extra hour.  This morning I am up pondering how to be a worshiper who can bring God joy by my praises, my song, my love.  I have just been sitting here lazily in the dark loving Him and bouncing ideas off of Him for some upcoming things while drinking my Rocky Mountain Thunder (dark roast by Boyer’s). 

We never have enough time, yet – today, we get an extra hour.  This is wonderful.  This is a miracle.  This is a gift: An hour of time to spend any way we want. 

Enjoy yours…Jeanie

NOTE TO SELF: The question is not “what time is it?” but “what is it time for?”

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven.”  Ecclesiastes 3.1 NIV