Time

As if we could kill time without injuring eternity!
Henry David Thoreau

As I age, time becomes dear. We have an empty nest. We are spending a great deal of time dealing with administrative details. Dad has two doctor appointments this week—one on Tuesday morning and one on Thursday afternoon. We have a treatment team meeting with Joshua on Wednesday. We also have to do research so that when a decision is called for, we’re capable of making an intelligent one.

It often feels like I’m spinning my wheels. I feel like I’m wasting time (and sometimes I do). I want to use my time constructively. I need to take care of myself and my husband. I need to foster my relationships with God, my family and others. After that, what should I be doing? I have dreams I’d like to pursue. How do I balance my life? I remember that God knows the end from the beginning and determines the seasons of my life. And trust Him for the grace to accept what He sends.

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: Eccl. 3:1