Ordinary people think merely of spending time. Great people think of using it.
When someone mentions time, everyone within hearing distance usually reaches for their watch or glances at a clock. For me, when time is mentioned, I think of my Papa; in my mind's photo album, I can still see him standing tall, stately, and handsome...
Papa, my mother's father, had TB and was in a sanatorium five times. Papa was able to get a 24-hour release to walk my mother down the aisle. And then, the miracle drug, Streptomycin, was released. Expected to die, my Papa's TB became inactive, and a sense of normalcy resumed.
school. He worked in a jewelery store and I loved stopping in to see him when we went to town on Friday nights. He also kept a drawer full of old clocks and clock parts in his work desk at home that we could play with. Papa lived to the age of 80, thanks to Waksman and his laboratory discovery of Streptomycin. So while working on instruments measuring time, God gave Papa more time with us.
For me, time is hard to give to others. For years I did just fine, loving all the occasions I could share time with others: funeral dinners, hospital visiting, child-sitting, children church teaching -- so many activities I gladly involved myself in.
However, as I age, I find myself being selfish with my time. I want to use all my "feel-good" moments for things I want to do. These usually involve my family and my writing. I hate to admit this, but I determined from the beginning of this blog that I would be authentic in my writing, showing the ugly with the beautiful. So I am confessing my selfishness.
Perhaps in my younger days I stayed busy because I was more concerned about "what others think of us" instead of doing what would be more lasting in God's kingdom. I wanted to please everyone, so instead of seeking God's will for my time, I would say "yes" to anything asked of me. My responsiveness was well-intended, but one thing I have learned is to ask God's permission first before uttering that yes. I find out that more and more often God gives permission through my talents. He created me with talents, and He wishes to love and care for others through them.