There Is A Right Time For Everything On The Earth

I don’t know exactly why I stood and stared up at the clock at Union Station.

And found it to be so magical.

So filled with beauty and elegance. Dignity and strength.

But when I arrived at the very busy hub of humanity with the cavernous sense of wide openness mixed with a stirred up bunch of folks from everywhere, I slipped into a trance.

Almost like stirring up a wasp’s nest these travelers rush in and out, on a mission which is their life. On missions which are their lives.

And we were rushing, my group of four. We had so little time. Trying to see D.C. in hours. No way to do it justice. To invest in her beauty. But Time was not to be negotiated with. There was no stretching or extending or borrowing.

But now that I am home and I have time to process, to think back on almost a split second or two of hurriedly passing through Union Station, I have more clarity.

On why I wanted to stand and stare. The marbled elegance drew me in. Her architecture was strong and noble and proud.

But the picture I was determined to snap on the run tells me a story even now days later.

It speaks to me of the delicate nature of holding on to the minutes and moments which are our very days. Of capturing the seconds that tick past. Of holding hard to the time that we have. Cherishing and relishing the all of them.

When I study the photograph I have a sense of calm at the big strong clock face and the steel hands. They seem bold and sure. They have confidence in their telling of the exact time. And I now know exactly when I was there. They are marked these minutes and moments when I was rushing through the station.

They tell me when I stopped and clicked and when I was in awe of her telling. Her showing me time.

I now  wrestle with her, with Time.

Where to invest mine. Where to pour into what He gives me.

How to use my gifts with the Time I have left. When to go and when to stop. How to say yes and when to say no. She looks a little different to me now, Time.

He increases my awareness of the moments and minutes and days. Each measurement of a day is placed under the magnifying glass now. They look bigger and grander. They are more important than even before. The magnifying glass is a gift with which to see. And to gauge.  And then measure.

I am a steward of these grains, these particles, these fleeting fleeing moments of time which are my life.

My stewardship of His precious gift is important. The spending of it. The holding of it. And the loosing of it. The releasing it back to Him. The investing for Him. The seeking ways to serve Him.

I will not kill it, or hoard it. Time. I will not waste it. But rather  I will seek to  spend it wisely. To use it well. But in my own strength and with my own power I am powerless to steward well. It is only in seeking His strength and His wisdom that I can hope for even an ounce of discernment with which to spend it rightly.

So I seek Him to guide. Look to Him to lead. Ask Him to show what to do with the gift He has given. This one of my life, my time, my constantly shaping story.

I have come back home to  a problem which weighs heavy on my soul. It wants to joy-rob and time-steal. It seeks to take my eyes off of investing in the beautiful.

So I release it back to the Giver of all Good Gifts. And lay it down. Seeking His Mercy and His Wisdom. Asking Him to help number and order my days in a way that brings Him glory.

And I do not think He would mind, not even one little bit, if I dreamed of going back to Union Station to stand in awe. To rest. To stare. To wonder in amazement at the big bold beautiful representation of Time there mounted  nobly on the wall.

Looking out and looking forth.

She looks like a picture of Time and she looks beautiful to me.




16 thoughts on “There Is A Right Time For Everything On The Earth

  1. Wonderful writing, yes time can be a friend or an enemy it all depends on our perspective. I pray that the heaviness of your soul and spirit finds rest, release it to the one who can take it away… then rejoice.

    1. Sharon, Thank You, from the bottom of my heart. How kind you are to offer kind encouragement. I am grateful and it is always pure joy to have you here. Please know what a pleasure it is to see you have visited here. Blessings.

    1. You are kind and I am humbled. Thank you for being here. It is gift. And I am grateful. Your words bless me. This was an amazing experience hard to get down on paper. But I tried. So your word give me encouragement.

  2. So I release it back to the Giver of all Good Gifts. And lay it down. Seeking His Mercy and His Wisdom. Asking Him to help number and order my days in a way that brings Him glory.

    Oh, friend. If only I did this every. single. day. . .

    beautiful post. Thanks for stirring my heart today!

  3. Liz,
    I am at a crossroads, trying to make a big decision on what to do with my time. You words could not have come at a better “time.” Thanks

    1. Oh goodness what a gift to have you in my comment box. JOY. Come back and lets chat here some more. You will decide well, but I know the struggle is hard. You are one wise woman and I have not doubt that with His help you will choose rightly. Whoever benefits from your gifts will be touched mightily for you have many.
      Love you, my friend.

      1. Liz,
        What a joy to hear from you. We were at Wrightsville Beach this week and I tried calling you to see if by any chance you were there. I am looking and praying foran answer, but sometimes I think I’m just looking too hard. Does that make sense?

        1. Absolutely. Waiting and discerning is soooo challenging. I think most of the time for most of us. He will give you peace in your decision. He just seems to grant us peace in the knowing. I too am wrestling with an answer and I release it and them white knuckle it back. I will release it moment by moment. Praying for a clear knowing in how to live out your days, my friend. I am coming your way one week from Monday. I’ll call to set up a time to visit. 🙂 warm hugs

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