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.

My father used to say, "The older you get the faster time goes." I'm finally beginning to understand what he meant by that.

At the time, I laughed at him and didn't understand what he was saying. However, I now have a good idea of what he was talking about. Time has a way of passing quickly.

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?

When I was young, there were seven days in the week. Now that I'm older, there are only seven days in the week. The first seven days took significantly more time to complete than the next seven days. I'm still trying to figure out what the difference is.

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

I think I know a lot of things, but when I think I know them, I find out that I don't know them at all. I don't know where time goes or why it passes so quickly.

How would my life change if I could figure out where time goes? There must be somewhere where time hides or goes on vacation or something. And if I find that, I think my life would change in an instant.

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.

When I was young, time seemed to slow down almost to a stop. Back then, it took me about four years to have a birthday. It took me about five years to catch up to Christmas. I'm not sure, but I think old Santa Claus had something to do with that. All his "hoe, hoe, hoeing" is his way of hiding this secret about time.

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?"

What I want to figure out is why, when I have a schedule to meet, time seems to pass quickly. But when I don't have anything to do, time slows down to a snail's pace. I can never figure that out. Why is 60 minutes in one timeframe faster than 60 minutes in another timeframe? And is it all the same?

On Monday morning, I try to plan out my week's schedule so that I can complete everything on time. That is my plan, but it seems to me that "time" has a different agenda for me. Why can' time be on my side?

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.