This question has grabbed me by the tail and flung me around more than a few times this month: “Spend some time with me, please?”
In this time of Lent for some and Purim and Passover for others, I find myself forgetting to remember.
Remembering the Good that came from His willingness to spend time. Here. On earth. For us.
It’s all about the time spent. Remembering the beauty of the relationship. Not the things done.
And, my sweet children are good at this; remembering to spend time. I can easily take a page from their life book.
“Play a game with me, Mama.” “Read this book to me, Mama.” “Let’s bake cookies together, Mama.”
It can sound like an endless string of requests barging into my me-time moments. If, I forget to remember what a gift this precious time with these loved ones is.
Jesus understood this.
How many times, Lord, will I have to read of how quickly time will go by and how they will grow up and go forth? Or how All The Time I thought I had with my husband is cut short unexpectedly? Or how, in the blink of an eye, one can hear news that will hasten their arrival to the Gates of Glory?
And I will be left wondering, “What happened to All The Time?”.
I don’t want to be left wondering.
Because, that me-time isn’t near as fulfilling as time spent ushering in memories, and soaking up His Word, and showing them how much I love them.
With my time.
It’s the most valuable commodity I have right now.
Lord, teach me to use it well.