The last day of the month, already. How have we so quickly reached the end of June preparing to move into July? I remember as a child laughing when I heard the adults talking about how fast time passed by. I’m not laughing now. I’m sitting here now, at 6:30 in the morning, listening to the radio and trying to get awake. I was offered green beans for mom if I go pick them. It isn’t my all time favorite activity, but its for mom. Summer is quickly passing, I may not get this same opportunity again.
Its been almost four and a half years since my husband died. Almost two since my brother’s death. Both had spoken often of retiring. When they retired they were going to do this or that. Neither made it to that golden time of life. having worked so hard for so long, then be able to spend time playing. My husband would have been 64, my brother had just turned 60, both young. How had their life passed and ended so quickly?
In a couple of months, Lord willing, I will be sixty-four. How did that time pass so quickly, even when there were times in my life I believed I would never see this time. But I have, somehow. Even as I have no idea how much more time the Lord has planned for me. What will I do with this time? It is passing quickly.
When I was laid off from my job thanks to the pandemic, I suddenly had time on my hands. I believed what I had been told, I would be called back. What to do in the meantime? I started cleaning and clearing away. I’ve mentioned this before. I had long neglected my large yard and that was obvious. Large areas that had not been raked in years. Old logs that had meant to be firewood but never split. Tree limbs and who knows what, piled up in areas. A garage stacked with boxes, a storage building bulging with stuff not used in years but saved for that just in case scenario. All slowly and over the summer, cleared away. It was time, it needed to be done before time ran out and I was called back, but I wasn’t and won’t be. It took a while for the mindset to clear, adjust and accept. Now I am looking forward wondering what to do with this time.
As it is, I am sitting here wondering, how could be over a year, since I have not worked? I sit here now, wondering, if I am wasting time? Am I missing opportunities to do worthy things? I’m glad I am here for my parents, but is there anything else I could be doing? I’m glad I have time to write words such as this, but could there be more? Could there be a better way, a different way to reach more people, to encourage, to uplift, to inspire more?
It only takes one match to build a fire, could one word, one write, build a fire of inspiration? Could one word encourage someone to step up and be the difference needed in a situation? Could one word, change a life? Time is passing quickly. I don’t look for my death, but I know it will come. What am I doing between the dash, to make my life one worthwhile? If when my time comes, someone were to look back over my time period, what would they remember? One who sought and encouraged better? Or one who wasted time and opportunity given.
What about you? How are you using your time, no matter your age? Do you think you are using it wisely or could you do better? How do you think, you would be remembered? How would you want to be remembered?