What time is it?
I am so bad with punctuality. I’m unfortunate, trains are always delayed, I miss buses etc but really I never give myself enough time. I’m getting a lot better these days yeah, but when I know I have to be up early I often toss and turn through the night, continuously grabbing my phone to check what time it is. 3am. 4am. 5am. 6am. 7am. 10am. Late. That’s usually how it goes. But when you’ve got places to be, knowing the time is SO important.
I’ve finished university. I work part time and pretty much have no idea where I’m going or what I’m doing, that’s the truth. I have been forced to ask God that very same question, ‘What time is it?’
At first, it was a brief asking, overwhelmed with my plans, my ideas, my contributions. Almost as if I was asking Him to be polite but totally set on doing things my way. That FAILED.
I gathered, God probably isn’t gonna immediately tell me my entire future. I’d been so busy seeking God for his ‘plan’ for my life I’d missed the beauty of this plan. It already has begun. It’s not some future thing that we have to work our way toward, which only begins at 30. His plan is our every day lives. The daily tasks He gives us. Whether its time to read, time to evangelise, time to meditate, time to write songs. All of that good stuff.
Fortunately, this takes a WHOLE LOAD of pressure off us. Forget ten years from now (to some degree). Wake up and ask God ‘what time is it?’ and focus on his plan for your today.