There is an old hymn we used to sing growing up in church. Here are the words to the first verse: “Take time to be holy. Speak oft (often) with the Lord. Abide in Him always and read in His Word. Take time with God’s children. Help those who are weak. Abiding in all ways His presence we seek.” I took for granted those words, did not think much of them until just now. But I tell you the truth. If these things are all you ever do in life, you will have lived an amazing and very beautiful, impactful life! I wish we still sand the good old songs that guide and help and worship who God is and not glorify the person worshipping. Oh what a different church and life would be leading the world to revival. To lift the name of Jesus Christ to its rightful place at the top of every food chain, the king of every mountain, A #1 first priority in all of the universe, least of all our tiny lives! Lift Christ up and revival comes. We need to bring back monotheism! Throw out tech ads king, throw out us adds all important, throw out addictions as answers, throw out adssnything in God’s spot. Jesus Christ is Lord and King of All Everything!!!! May His name and reign be revered as holy, perfect, loving & glorious!!!
Everything that distracts does not improve joy. Getting the best and brightest toys out does not produce joy. They run counter to each other. The more you have, the more you seem to want and all the things distract the eyes and the mind from people who miss a good conversation.There is joy in speaking with someone and sharing thoughts, your day, ideas. There is great sadness in solitude and tech socialization is not the best substitute for it. The next best thing costs a lot of money. It is quite freeing to sit instead and have a cup of coffee with a friend or take your kid out to the park. These things build memories and bonding and character and love. Tech is cold and heartless and can never give you a warm hug. So rather than the newest new thing, my money will be going into outings and vacations and dates and investing in people I love.
The pulse or rhythm of the oceans, the tide in its less romantic term, are dictated by the moon. Something so distant drives the waters to move in or out. The ocean does not decide what it will do that day. The moon decides. The water does not go where it will, it goes where it is told. The water does not work to figure out its day and plan to accomplish its own goals, it waxes and wanes as it is pulled and ordered by the moon. The moon sets its pulse. More importantly, the moon sets the tempo and rhythm for the ocean to be able to dance and where it is free to move. The moon has the power, though far away, seemingly intangible. There is a connection, a long distance relationship between the two. And the moon, with its great power over the vast ocean, is responsible with its power and only plays the role it was commissioned long ago. There is an order to the universe. There is an internal rhythm set for us all because God loves it when we dance. He is the orchestral lead. He orders our steps and the moon’s tempo. And why is this important? Because we move in response to love and that love is served best from God. He has to direct its timing. He has to create the perfect setting for the dance He so wants to watch us dance. He knows best. And His timing is perfect and worth any wait.
Time is my primary love language, so I understand its importance in my life. If people love me, they spend time with me. If I love them, I spend time with them. It is unnatural to people who speak a different love language. Someone who primarily gives gifts thinks giving someone something or spending money on them says I love you, whereas someone who is set up for time thinks that is very nice but let’s go out or stay in together and that may not matter to the other person. There is a disconnect. But I digress, I want to focus on time for this thought process. Time to me is of the utmost importance. Primarily because it only lasts as long as it does and then is gone forever. You can not reclaim it. You can not unlive it. You can not return and correct it. You also can not speed it up or slow it down, though it feels like that sometimes. You have to take it for what it is. We are restricted by time. Time has great value. You can not with any amount buy more of it. You have what is allotted to you unless it is taken first. And that is it. A bleak thought but a meaningful one. Because. Each moment needs to count. Some moments, you wonder why you even exist. Other moments, you are certain the world would applaud if they saw you right then. Some moments can bring the greatest laughter of your life. Other moments leave you reliving its horror. Life is a mixed bag when it comes to time. But making moments as great and memorable as possible is a goal of mine for my children. It doesn’t always work, but I try to bring about as many joyful moments for them as possible to give them a coat rack to hang their coats on, stability in an uncertain world, loving thoughts amidst hate around them. Time is very fragile and should be captured in glorious memories as long as is possible. And every moment lived purposefully and beautifully is another that is won for security, for remembering when we need a lift, for attending to. Each opportunity to shine and serve should be taken, each kiss should be felt, each hug should be notated, not because we are taking inventory but because we want our memory libraries to look back on and feel proud, loved, happy, peaceful, etc. when we need them. I have friends who have died already, taken before their time, and many more with cancers of various types, fighting the battle to live. And they are my age. They say how valuable time is and how they took it for granted that they had more. And Lord willing they make it through and have many many more years with us. But their viewpoint has certainly changed. Time is fragile and thus so are we. We need to respect that moment each of us are living in the here and now. We should plan for the future but with a flexibility that still allows us to live each moment that arises and pay attention to opportunities to be who we were made to be. Then we can look at our time and be proud of those moments. And they matter, all of them. The silly is as important as the purposeful too, for silly helps sometimes.
Tied at the soul. There are a few people you meet in life that fit your being like a glove. Sometimes it is a really good friend, sometimes it is a physical aspect to it, but always it is a love connection. Love comes in many flavors. It can be pure and sweet like a clear brook that sees to the rocks below and loves it adores all of it. It suits you. It is comfortable, home, peaceful together. It also can be a flooding, gushing, turbulent river where you meet and go through that turbulence together and understand each other’s struggle because you can relate to it. Either way, there is a connection of mutual understanding and experience. To know and understand someone really well through these experiences and opportunities is to love them and connect to their souls. Then there is a special beauty where we can be friends that share a connection- a hobby, music, art, carbuerator rebuild ability, similar pasts, whatever- that begins the understanding and it matures through time and experience and realizations of similarities and mutual appreciation. This blossoms to a soul connection that allows communication through feelings and conversations at levels too subtle for most to pick up on. To truly learn someone is a very beautiful thing. And these connection of souls operate at a level deeper than one can see, farther than the bounds of time and distance and never can be severed while life remains and some swear after. This perfect experience is a longing of the soul. We want connectednss, we long for intimacy of the souil with another. If the timing is bad, it is torture. If it can work out, it is bliss. Nothing is better. Except. When God is in both, there is also a spiritual connection. To be connected via spirit and soul is to have perfection here on earth that can weather any storm, cross any obstacle, overcome any hardship, help plow through the undealt forgiveness of the past, support both parties. This is where the most precious and rarest of all earthly pleasure and perfections lie. Here is where the best of us may be found better. This is oursweet spot. God in any connection fosters a stronger connection, produces a greater love, and He can fill in until such a time as both spirit and soul may be connected to another without limits or boundaries. And the sacrifice of some time in patience now will pay off in enormous dividends for eternity later. And if you have been blessed so as to have these connections to another soul and spirit, be so very thankful for it because some go much of tbeir lives searching for such a beautiful thing. Appreciate every day, every minute, breathe thankfulness.
An enormous problem for those of us who require time and encouragement to truly feel loved is that people are less available than they ever seem to have been. Distance is one variable, as my best friend is a 10 hour drive away. Family is another, as every person of course must take care of their own family life line. Technology is the worst variable. People are “busy” entertaining themselves. One way to cope in an increasingly more evil world. But without a dedicated amount of time with a person, face to face, hand in hand, how can you truly know the drive in the person, what moves them, how you can share life with them most purposefully? Unless you see and learn their passions and pursuits and how to compliment and encourage meaningfully, how can love be deeper than a helpful smile? How do you pursue ways to love and heal someone who crosses your path without dedicating serious time to them? Distractions are everywhere but what I long for is sincere and passionately helpful relationships in which my abilities seem designed to serve another and bring them greater meaning and realization of God’s goodness and who He designed them to be. How can we touch a soul for God if we do not connect with each other. So I appreciate the time my friends take to honor me by learning of me and allow me the honor of knowing and learning them. These treasured moments are life’s breath to me. My entire being appreciates these moments. They stay in my heart. They feed it and make a home there. It is life to me. So, thank you to my friends. And long live your attempts to touch another’s soul. Do not negate its value. Every effort you make in this arena will be rewarded. Nothing is more valuable.
One hour and a half, to be exact, on the beach was worth three at home. How is that possible? The beach is a magical place of refreshing that naturally denies tech its normal dominance. It is a place where children may explore and play in nature and adults can be children. It is a place where comic relief is a bonus when others are noticed wearing inappropriate suits for their body type but who cares. It is a place where pelicans plop into the water to capture their meal hopefully and then rise triumphantly out of the water like kings whether they did or not. It is a place where looking at the water soothes you but being too far in makes you feel like you’ve taken 2 rounds with a much heavier weight class than yourself. It is where you become dehydrated no matter how much you drink though completely surrounded by water. It provides a nice tan or a scarlet burn depending on your diligence to continually apply exfoliating sunscreen (because now mixed nicely with sand). The beach is a place where hundreds of people can collectively look out into the ocean and feel tiny. It is a place of vitality and warmth, sun and shine, food and entertainment but all in an off the grid fashion. Why an hour and a half? Because that is how many quarters we had for the unexpected and highly annoying parking meters at the beach (and a change machine seemed to not be among their priority list). But, that hour and a half was worth days elsewhere for the reasons mentioned above. Who knows how many more days of beach weather we will have, but I thank God for this time with my family (despight my husband’s horrible cold, bless his heart). The kids had a blast but one more bonus is that now they are out cold. So good! 🙂