“Ok, I know it’s been a while,” says the long-lost-friend/absentee-parent/delinquent-child right before they ask you for something, right? But what are they really saying, and what are they really asking for?
Let me set this one up for you (since it’s been a while between posts… sorry!): I am a mom of three daughters, a high school math teacher, a part-time college professor, an ongoing Bible and education scholar, and a wife to the hardest working husband/daddy/college-student/friend/prayer-partner/music-minister I’ve EVER known. Suffice it to say, it is very easy for me to lose track of time. I tend to get caught up in whatever project I’m doing, whether it be paperwork, grading, reorganizing my craft table, or building Legos! Yes, I’m the parent that is still sitting on the floor in a pile of Legos hours after the kids are done building because I just haven’t quite finished yet. Just last night in fact, I was the last one to the dinner table (did I mention he’s also the cook? *squee!*), because I was trying desperately to find a way to build something with all of the leftover white bricks we have and I had almost completed it when supper was called!
It was awesome… , but that is not the point.
The point was that I started out spending time with my middle child, building Legos, then my youngest came over when the middle one was done, but by the end of the afternoon I was more caught up in the activity than my kids and the time was not enough. It went from being mommy-daughter time to Lego-time and I missed it! I missed them. I’m coming to the end of my two-week break before I have to start teaching summer sessions, and I feel like while it’s been restful for the most part, I’ve missed precious times with my girls when we could have had amazing imaginary adventures, or fun days at the park, or tea parties on the ceiling. Ok, so we have had a couple of those…
Girls must-stache some fun!
I suppose, although Time itself is infinite, it will never be enough. Let me then encourage you with what encourages me.
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.
“He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also, he has put eternity into man’s heart, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end. I perceived that there is nothing better for them than to be joyful and to do good as long as they live; also that everyone should eat and drink and take pleasure in all his toil—this is God’s gift to man.” (Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, 11-13 ESV)
To me, this means that all of my times, whether I feel the moments could have been better spent or not, are in God’s Hands and only He has the ability to make it beautiful. Only He can make my times enough. So to answer my earlier questions… I’m sorry, and will you forgive me?