Until I get out of bed and jump into it.
And then time seems to speed up. There are chores to do, appointments to run relatives to, projects to complete. Sometimes the tide of things I need to do or things I should to threatens to overwhelm me.
And yet, at the center of it all, I can still hear that still, small voice. Telling me to sit at His feet, catch my breath, and most importantly, capture precious time for the One who is the most precious of all.
And then the tide of time seems livable again, somehow. I just needed to remember that it was never my own in the first place.
This was written in five minutes with no editing for Five Minute Fridays over at The Gypsy Mama.