TIME

          Time, one of the few things we can’t control. I just finished reading, The Time Keeper, by Mitch Albom.  The author presents a fictional story about the life of Father Time, and it’s a remarkable display of how our lives are controlled by the clock.  Time is so precious, and it moves at its own pace.  Since reading the book, I have noticed how preoccupied and unsatisfied I am with the pace of time.  Hurry up, slow down, get here quick, take your time, hustle.  If Father tTime was real and trying to answer each of my requests, then he would need medication.    

                I was thinking about how fast the school year is going, and I am so conflicted.  I can’t wait for the next break, especially summer break .  All you teachers out there know what I mean.  I love my job, but I love my breaks too!  I want the year to hurry up and be over.  Then, I think about my baby girl, and I want time to stop in its tracks.  I don’t want to wish her time away.  She is in the third grade.  Where has the time gone?  For every reason to want time to speed up, there is a reason to want time to slow down.  Elijah is four years old, and I asked him to stay little tonight.  I want my time with my kids to creep, but it just keeps passing faster and faster.  Why do we worry so much about something that we have no control over?

                We never seem to have enough time, unless we’re in the middle of something unpleasant.  Today at Kynady’s football game, I caught myself watching the clock.  I even said out loud once, “come on clock, keep running”.  To my defense, it was freezing cold and Elijah was whining and crying.  Then, I remembered that this was her last game of the season.  Some of you may not believe this, but I am so happy that Kynady has found something that she can be passionate about, even if it’s cheerleading.  I just want her to be active and involved.  Cheerleading may or may not be her thing.  It’s still too early to tell. But if she’s going to be a cheerleader, then I want her to be the best cheerleader that she can possibly be.  That’s what it's all about.  I never thought I would ever say that, just so you know.

                When it comes to our adoption, the time is creeping.  It just can’t happen fast enough.  I want my baby here yesterday! Everyone wants to know “when”.  I want to know when.  All I can say is that it’s going to be a while.  I just want to get my child out of there.  Another hurricane!  UGH!  It is taking so long for things to progress that it doesn’t seem like the time will ever come.  But I know it will because my God is in control.  Ecclesiastes 3:1 says, “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens”.  There will be a time to rejoice, but right now is our time to wait.