It’s Time

It’s time; this I believe. What is time? Time is intangible. I lose time then spend time trying to get time back. When I have time I say “Next time” and time eludes me again. Is it money I spend in attempt to turn back time—or is it time? Time that I could have spent living in this time and knowing that my time is almost up. When I take the time, what do I get in return? More time or more appreciation for the time I have?

Time is not a force to be reckoned with. Time holds me and I think I can hold it—in a clock, in a picture, in myself. The clock wants faster time. My body wants slower time. My picture told time to stop but time just left a memory of what has been. Time doesn’t freeze because time is dynamic. I’m merely frozen, stuck, and time is moving past me and leaving me behind. I stuff it into seconds, minutes, hours, days but it’s changing much faster than that and will last far longer.

Time is a drug. It heals, yes, but time hurts too—a lot. When time flies by, it’s not fun. It’s “Where did all the time go?” and “How much time do I have left?” What if it’s years? What if it’s just today, just this moment? Do I have time to think about that?

I believe in time. My time, your time, it’s all God’s time. If I make time, I save time. But He who made time transcends time and saved me from time itself. When God gave me time to make sense of what I call life, I turned time back around and used it against Him. I lost my first shot to be timeless. I speak not of Relative Timelessness, where time is “the experience of an individual.” My experiences are individual but who am I to give myself the power to call time? I don’t seek to compete with him; I just cannot wrap my mind around the higher understanding of his Theory and most certainly cannot comprehend the timelessness of God. But I’d rather believe in my God and put my trust is His time than put my faith in the minds of man. Because now I’ve got this deadline, where if I won’t spend time living for the Maker of time, I won’t meet my Maker, I won’t make the deadline. I’ll meet the dead-line.

I believe that time is of the essence and that Essence is more than me. I can’t get caught up in, caught behind, or caught out of time. But rather be on time, in time, for a time. There is a time for everything, everything has it’s time. Will I give some of my time back? Can I take time to believe in the Force that even time can’t reckon with? I will. I can. I must. It’s time; this I believe.