And then it’s Monday… again

I’m not sure if it’s just me getting old or something altogether different. Time seems to go by fast.

It seems that all of a sudden, it’s a Monday morning and my week is starting all over again. And I need to focus on planning out my week and making the most of it. However, by the time I finished planning my week, it was already Thursday. Oh boy, where does that time go?

Even The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage has a little problem with this. By Thursday, she will say, “Where did all my time go?”

The one thing that bothers me is that I just celebrated my 74th birthday. I’ve had 74 years to figure this out, and I’m still at the same place I started. I don’t know where time goes.

It seems that when I walk into my office on Monday morning to begin the week, I walk out shortly after, and it’s Friday. What happens between Monday and Friday? I have my schedule, and I know when I’m supposed to do certain things, but that still does not explain how fast time goes.

There are times when it seems to take forever to get from Monday to Friday. But at the end of Friday, I’m so excited my weekend is just about to begin. By the time I finish celebrating the weekend, it’s Monday morning already. Oh boy.

The other week, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I were going out for a nice dinner on a Saturday evening. We don’t often do this, but occasionally, we treat ourselves to this kind of pleasure.

As we were going out the door to go to the diner, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage said, “Honey, do we have time to stop at Publix? I need to pick up something.”

I never know how to answer that kind of question. I want to say, “Okay, but where do we find the time?”

I wished I had control of my time like The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage.

Often, she will come to my office, look at me, and say, “Did you have enough time to finish that project?”

What do I say? Of course, I had the time to do it, but time was slipping away from me, wiggling to the left and then to the right, and I couldn’t catch it. I had the time to do it, or at least I thought I did.

As I celebrated my birthday, I reflected on my past. How did I get to this point so quickly? Of all my expectations in life I never expected to get old.

I was reminded of what the Bible says along these lines.

“Go to now, ye that say, To day or to morrow we will go into such a city, and continue there a year, and buy and sell, and get gain: Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away. For that ye ought to say, If the Lord will, we shall live, and do this, or that,” (James 4:13-15).

My life as a Christian boils down to God’s will for my life. My time is in His hands.

Dr. James L. Snyder lives in Ocala, FL with the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. Telephone 1-352-216-3025, e-mail jamessnyder51@ gmail. com, website www.jamessnyderministries.

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