What Time Is It?

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven – Ecclesiastes 3:1

I have been debating whether or not to post today. The truth is, I have not prioritized blog-writing this week. And with the busy-ness of the holidays, probably no one would notice…right? (Except for you, dear reader!)

The idea of not posting makes me feel a little guilty. I said I would post on Wednesdays, and it’s Wednesday. It’s time to post!

Friends who know me know that I am a driven, Type-A, loves-to-be-busy-and-do-everything person. In a word, I am dependable. It’s why I’m able to maintain friendships across years and locations. It’s why I get asked to be on committees and boards that take up nearly every night some weeks. It’s why this blog has been updated like clockwork since its creation nearly 6 months ago. Being dependable is something I value. So. Here I am being dependable in my blog-writing.

But I also value God’s timing. Could it be time to give myself a break?

It’s winter. The days are darker and colder, making it hard to leave my warm cocoon of covers and do my morning writing or devotionals or work outs. Could slowing down during this season be something ordained by God, the one who created the Earth and its rotation? (Did you know that today is the Winter Solstice – the shortest day of the year – and that there is roughly 4.5 less hours of daylight in New Orleans than there will be on the Summer Solstic?) I also just completed a season of dog-sitting. After waking up early to walk an energetic pup for many weeks, it’s been deliciously luxurious to sleep in.

And yet! Shouldn’t I use my newfound time to be productive? To increase the frequency of my workouts? To get a head start on blog-writing before Wednesday comes around?

Perhaps instead of feeling guilty over having a week where I sleep in everyday, maybe I should just…accept it. Revolutionary, right? Accept that I am where I am. But I think there is power in being purposeful and present in my laziness. Because, what I know for sure, is that seasons are always changing. This current state won’t last forever. (In fact, it warmed up today, and my running shoes are already calling my name.)

The book of Ecclesiastes has a poetic reminder that the nature of time is change:

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Time will continue to lead us into ever new seasons and transitions. We can rage against the season we find ourselves in, or we can settle in, look around, and figure out what this time is about.

I think I’m going to settle into this colder, darker, quieter week. And let myself off the hook for being a little less like my usual morning-person self.

What time is it for you? Are you anxious about where you find yourself or at peace? What would it look like to accept and embrace your current season? Feel free to share your comments below, and thanks for reading! 

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