Gaining an Hour and Counting the Minutes

Hooray, daylight savings time has ended. Unfortunately, I missed out on that extra hour of sleep because we forgot to set back our clocks. I didn't realize it until after I had showered, put on my makeup and done my hair. I went to get my daughter up and she said "Why? I have an extra hour to sleep!" Bummer! I'm nursing a cold and could have really used some extra time in bed this morning.

Does anyone else feel like I do about the time change? It really annoys me, especially since they added extra weeks to daylight savings time. For about three weeks my child has to leave the house to stand at the bus stop in the dark. It just doesn't not seem to be in the interest of safety, if you ask me. And even though I do enjoy the longer hours of daylight in the summer, I really hate losing that hour in the spring.

I think we should just leave the days as God intended them. Ultimately we're all on his time anyway. Ecclesiastes 3:11 says "He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end."

It's not always an easy thing, being on God's time and waiting for him to act or to fulfill his promises. Moses murdered an Egyptian who was beating up on an Israelite then fled to a place called Midian. He lived there for the next 40 years, during which he became a husband, a father and a shepherd. He knew he had a higher calling from God, and complained that he felt like an alien in a foreign land. I wonder if Moses grew restless at all, waiting for God to fulfill his plans for him?

I returned two weeks ago from the Walk to Emmaus, a Holy Spirit-filled 72-hour weekend retreat, so to speak. As a member of the leadership team, every minute was jam-packed with ministry, and the whole time I knew I was living out God's call for me. I was concerned about how I would hold up physically because it is a really tiring weekend. I did get tired, but mostly it was exhilarating. Every minute of every day there is carefully timed out, and every minute counted for something important.

Since I've been home, I've gotten back into my normal routine, but there's a restlessness that wasn't there before. I know that God has a calling for me, and it's like I keep hearing him say "not now." I realize that he is growing me and molding me into the person that he designed me to be, and he is constantly humbling me and teaching me to fully rely on him. He will let me know when the time, his time, has come. It feels like I'm counting minutes, and oh how I want them to count. I just don't want to go backwards on the clock!