It is not something we can hold, see, contain, or feel. It is not something we can create, and it’s not something we can destroy. It is constantly depleting, and it is finished in an instant.
We spend our time on goals, objects, and desires that are nothing more than dust in the grand scheme. And when the wind blows and our clock strikes zero, the dust will be gone and we’ll realize time has slipped through our fingers.
Look at your hands.
Lines, mapping their way into each other and beyond, travelling to strange destinations, some too faint to even see. Perhaps your skin holds tight to your bones—your fingers are slim, or full.
Still, your hands were made for many things.
To hold, to tear, to mend, to shade your eyes from harsh sunlight, to play, to catch, to strum, to create and—just maybe—to fight.
And though we cannot hold it, within every wrinkle and line, our hands show the weight of time.
Every season has its purpose, and every date has its meaning. If we don’t seek it, we lose it. What are we holding back from? Where are we supposed to be? Why do we refuse to spend our time with an eternal mindset?
It’s time we take hold.
“Be my hands and feet,” He asks.
But now, your legs are tired.
You’ve come so far. There’s been too many trials to count. There are bruises, maybe physical, but most in places unseen to the human eye. Sometimes, it all feels like too much.
You don’t need to look back to see how much distance you’ve traveled. You feel it in your bones—perhaps, too, in your hands. There’s been a lot of “going” in recent times. It wears on you, and wears you down.
It’s been so long, and so hard.
So look at your feet, and consider something new.
“Be still,” He says.
Or maybe your eyes are tired. It’s been a long week, month, semester…
And it’s confusing. There are so many voices in this world to hear, but we’re only given two ears.
There’s a crossroads ahead, and not necessarily an easy one.
And this world is so wavering, so faulty. You can feel it snapping between your fingertips.
“Trust in Me,” He says.
There is One who calls us to spend our time differently than the rest – One who reminds us we are not made to be defined by this time we’re given, but still to use it wisely.
What time is it for you?
Time to rest?
To learn what it truly means to follow a path that will not return void?
To find hope, or regrasp it?
It’s time we stop lying about our identities. It’s time we stop searching for hope in broken places. It’s time we stop endlessly pursuing areas of this world that will never satisfy our desire to use our time effectively.
He has given us this time for a reason, and He has limited it for a reason.
He loved you before time existed, and He wants to see it used in a glorious manner.
That’s what this is about.
It’s about time we take action.
It’s about time we are found in Him.
It’s about time.