I have a quantity time disorder.
People who know me know that I’m always suffering from some kind of disorder. So have your chuckle!
But seriously I’m not a quantity time person.
If I come to your house for a visit, don’t worry I won’t stay too long.
If I meet you for lunch, after I eat I’m ready to go. If stay too much longer I start squirming. Get restless. Look at my watch (I even do this with my husband). You probably won’t notice. I’m not obvious or rude. I want to stay….but there are always a million errands to run.
I hate to say it but I’m selfish with my time. I don’t like to admit I’m selfish about anything. But the truth is I am! Oooh, I don’t even like the way it sounds. Can any of you relate?
When my kids were young I dreaded the whole bedtime routine. Singing the songs, reading the bedtime stories, sitting there until they fell asleep. It wasn’t because my boys didn’t want to go to bed (well maybe some of it was) but it was mainly because I couldn’t get away. I couldn’t get out of their room without pulling them off of me. One sticky finger at a time.
I envied those moms who said they would crawl up in bed with their little ones and often fall asleep. They sounded as though they savored that time (or maybe they were just exhausted).
Exhausted or not I was always thinking what else I had to do.
It’s as if I have an internal alarm clock. Tick. Tick. Tick. Buzz. When the alarm goes off I check out of one job and clock into the next. If something or someone gets in my way it can be exasperating.
I have a girlfriend who shares my quantity time problem. We were chatting about this very subject the other day. She was feeling a little guilty for not wanting to join in the family quiet time. She more than enjoys it when she participates however her husband generally picks the hour spontaneously. And spontaneous is not convenient for her. I feel her pain.
You’re out of line if you mess with my time.
So why can’t I spend more time at lunch? Why couldn’t I read one more bedtime story or fall asleep with my kids? Why is it harder for my girlfriend to leave the dishes than leave the family time?
Why are some of us slave to the clock even when we don’t have to be?
I have an inkling. I’m not living life according to the three S’s.
Surrender. Submit. Sacrifice.
When reading my bible I come across these three words over and over and over again. Surrender. Submit. Sacrifice.
Jesus gives us the best example of living out these three words.
He surrendered his throne in heaven, His seat by the Father, to come serve us here on earth.
He submitted to his Father’s will. Whatever the Father wanted Him to do, He did.
This lead Jesus to making the ultimate sacrifice. His life for ours.
Wouldn’t the world be a better place if we all lived our life by the three S’s?
Surrender from our selfish desire to what God desires from us. Surrender our will to His.
God’s will is in His Word. From His Word we know are to be submissive to each other. Ephesians 5:21 says to submit to one another out of reverence to Christ.
Surrendering to God and submitting to one another will ultimately result in some kind of sacrifice. Sacrifice of our pride, or money, control, or talents, or yes even time.
Sacrifice of whatever it is we hold dear. Whatever we hold on to so tightly in our clutches.
I can’t go back and read bedtime stories to my boys (my daughter-in-law would think I’m nuts). Those days are gone. But I can start afresh today by throwing out my to-do list when I’m having lunch with my hubby. Letting go of my need to clock my time.
Are you living by the three S’s in your life? Maybe you aren’t a control freak about your time but have another area where you need to apply these. If you do I would love to hear about it.
Please leave me a comment and tell me what you think.