I love that we have 24 hours in a day and 7 days in a week.
Once someone told me, and I’d never heard it like this before nor will I ever forget it, that God made 24 hours in a day and 7 days in a week. He did this for a reason. So why do we cram our days with things to do then claim we’re too busy to pray or read the Bible or go to church?
If our God made time and our God wants to spend time with us, why do we fill time with other activities?
Surely it’s a hint that we’re cramming in too much and we’re doing too much.
I’m on holidays, and I always love holidays because it means I spend more time praying. But shouldn’t praying be one of my top priorities anyway? Why does it happen only when I’ve got more free time?
Doesn’t that tell me I spend too much time doing other things usually?
If I were as disciplined in praying as I were in blogging, I’d probably have a more intimate relationship with God, because I make time every single day to blog and I spend time writing out a blog post and making sure I do it. Every single day!
But if I miss a day of reading the Bible, I think ‘well, it doesn’t matter’, but then I miss it again, and again, and again, and then suddenly I find I’m not reading the Bible at all.
I’m not saying this blog is bad and I’m not saying extracurricular activities are bad. God loves my blog. It’s creative and it helps me reflect on Him (sometimes) and it energises me and I really enjoy it. I know He loves it.
It’s just such an easy comparison to make.
We all have things in our lives that we choose to make priorities, but sometimes it can be so easy to let something small take up a lot of time, and then we realise we’ve let something important slip under the radar.
This isn’t a criticism, it’s a simple thought about the way I live my life and the way I prioritise things and the amount of time I invest in some things.
God made time for us for a reason, and He chose the timing He did for a reason. He designed us to work and rest, so why do we tend to work more, then take a small holiday, then throw ourselves back into it? Shouldn’t we learn to rest amidst the busyness of life? Because otherwise won’t be continuously be living for the weekend, if we’re continuously living for the weekend, does that mean we’re not properly living five days of the week?
If we’re constantly looking for that day off, do we waste the present?
Sarah xx
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