Time. The alarm wakes me... I set it for six, but never rise at six.
Time. Work at eight, but arriving with five.extra.minutes is a treat... I could treat myself daily, but remember, I never rise with my alarm.
Time. I watch as the minutes pass. I teach.
Time. My heart grieves the loss of the present as it turns into past.
Tick-Tock.Tick-Tock.Tick-Tock.Tick-Tock.
Time. A guard who ushers us through the day with an inconsistent set of expectations. Rigid. Relaxed. Never consistent. Always fluctuating. Always consistent. Never fluctuating.
Time. A prison from which freedom only comes when the final breath leaves the body.
Time. Where did we step off of the path; when did we lose the way?
Jesus Christ was born; time began to tick at a different starting point: Rum-pum-pum-pumm.
A special star glimmered and lead the friendly on a timeless search: We Three Kings.
Centuries stopped; centuries began: . B.C. A.D .
When did we forget to honor the King with *our* time?
Whose pernicious lie have we fallen prey to moment by moment?
How did we lose our way and allow the enemy in to rob us of the sabbath, the one.day we are to set aside for rest and to honor Him?
Where do we go to listen for that still small voice?
What are we going to do now?
Why?
StepxStep is no longer just a 'walk.about' journee; it has also become a 'one.day' journee.
"But, beloved, do not forget this one thing, that with the Lord one.day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one.day." 2 Peter 3:8
The prompting for this excerpt is based on "O Come, Let Us Adore Him" pg. 22 CHARISMA Magazine Dec. 2014
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