Time does not seem to stand still. With every ticking moment, I feel the continuum leaving me behind in this pause called life. As my journey progresses, the sense of urgency creeps up on me, more often than not, reminding me I have been placed here with a purpose; a divine one. Yet intimidation, intrepidation, and I hate to admit, fear of the unknown, often keeps me at a crawl’s pace.
Undeniably these three thieves are cheating me of the excellence that awaits me for that is God’s plan for my life. I do not say this with conceit but rather with strong conviction that only comes from the peace of confirmation that floods my being. Only those who have embraced their own calling know exactly what I mean.
Mine is to write, to put pen to paper filled with thoughts, inspirations, and above all to share what God places in my heart. With the written word, of course, come great responsibility, and that thought causes dread to take a grip at times. For years I’ve observed how words can transform or destroy lives. How precious, and oh, how destructive the potential message can be. It is that burden that causes me to weigh before I write, knowing fully well that my objective should be to uplift and encourage. My greatest guide is when I let my spirit eyes show me what can be instead of what is. It keeps me accountable.
And so as I sit here fulfilling the destiny placed before me, suddenly time starts to bow to its newest master. For in losing myself with pen in hand, I’ve seized time, even if just for a few short moments. With a triumphant smile, it dawns on me that servant time has lost its power and can no longer leave me behind.
Undeniably these three thieves are cheating me of the excellence that awaits me for that is God’s plan for my life. I do not say this with conceit but rather with strong conviction that only comes from the peace of confirmation that floods my being. Only those who have embraced their own calling know exactly what I mean.
Mine is to write, to put pen to paper filled with thoughts, inspirations, and above all to share what God places in my heart. With the written word, of course, come great responsibility, and that thought causes dread to take a grip at times. For years I’ve observed how words can transform or destroy lives. How precious, and oh, how destructive the potential message can be. It is that burden that causes me to weigh before I write, knowing fully well that my objective should be to uplift and encourage. My greatest guide is when I let my spirit eyes show me what can be instead of what is. It keeps me accountable.
And so as I sit here fulfilling the destiny placed before me, suddenly time starts to bow to its newest master. For in losing myself with pen in hand, I’ve seized time, even if just for a few short moments. With a triumphant smile, it dawns on me that servant time has lost its power and can no longer leave me behind.
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