But I trust in you, LORD;
I say, “You are my God.”
My times are in your hands;
deliver me from the hands of my enemies,
from those who pursue me.  Psalm 31: 14-15

Time is really important to me.  I pray daily that God will stretch my time, so I’ll get all my work done AND be able to walk AND read the paper at night AND read the blogs I follow.  And of course, the one thing I wish I had more of is what I call ‘alert/awake/clear-thinking’ time in the morning.  I can’t read anything serious at night, but in the morning I am eager and equipped.  ‘Malheureusement’,  I have to leave the house by 7:10 am.

I’m always moving through my day with vigor and pep!  This afternoon at Kroger (it’s Saturday) it occurred to me that if God created time, I should really be able to trust Him with my time. I know that I already have internalized that belief, because my number 1 prayer to the Father is for stretched time.

But today, I carried this line of thinking to the next logical point.  If God has created both time and men, and to each human has given X number of days to live as a mortal on Earth, then shouldn’t we TRUST Him with ‘our’ time?  (And is time even ‘ours’?  That’s another blog postJ ). And if we REALLY trusted Him with the day, would we even attempt to rush?   After all, in several places the Bible talks about our ‘walk’, not our ‘run’ (yes, I know that we are to run the race of faith per Hebrews, but more passages talk about walking).

Therefore be careful how you walk, not as unwise men, but as wise, making the most of your time, because the days are evil. Eph 5: 15-16

How lovely it would be NOT to push or propel my way anxiously through the day, to proceed through life more slowly.  I treat time as though it were contained in a sponge, and if I squeeze the sponge more tightly, more time will drip out.  But that makes time management all up to me.  How radical it would be to trust the creator of time, not only to apportion the necessary number of moments, but also the length of each moment.

But people die young.

What do we REALLY make of God’s promise at the end of Psalm 91 –  “ …with long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation..”?  The obit pages seem to contradict this Psalm.   Not everyone reaches the age of 95.  Steve Jobs didn’t, nor do all babies.

But maybe if one lived trusting God for how each moment both FELT and was FILLED, no matter their sum, we would actually be able to thank God for a satisfying  life, an accumulation of rich moments that felt long.

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Father, teach us to trust YOU with each moment. May we number our days using Your math.  Make us content, satisfied and grateful for the amount of time you give us to do your will.