I don’t know how. But I don’t need to know how. Just need to make it important to do it. To redeem time. Because it seems tomorrow is half gone before its come.
Time is flying. Fast. Because the days are evil. Because Satan knows his time is short and getting shorter.
But my time isn’t getting shorter. My days are forever and ever. And while Satan whirls dervish and spins the world dizzy til hands on clock and human soul are tight spring about to boing crazy angle and off handle beneath the stress, my God is the Ancient of Days Everlasting God. Still and unmoved.
And while Satan wraps time in warp and ties it in chain til it can’t be unwrapped and til time is strangled and we are breathless and both are consumed, me thinks it’s not so great to live fast blur. To speed through light too fast to see it.
“Redeem time,” says the Father of time. “Because the days are evil.”
I have made decision. And I’m not going to form the words, “Where has the time gone?” Or, “My, how this week has flown by.” I have bit them back a few times in the practice. Hard not to speak what I hear. But, keep saying this and one day it’ll be, “I can’t believe my life is already over. Where’d the time go?” No. No. No. That’s all shadow.
And speaking of shadow. Death is shadow. But speaking of redeeming time in evil days. Light is redemptive. And it reaches further faster…than shadow.
This morning God is more talkative than usual. He knows what shadow lies long and heavy this hour. A-cross. Heart.
“Be still, and know that I am God. Though she walks in the shadow of death, fear no evil. I lead beside still waters.”
I google the word “redeem.”
When I’m in the fray and life is frayed, “defray” is the word.
“How?” I ask.
“How?” I’m slow.
“You are light in Me. Stand up in Me. Walk as a child of light,” says God and not Wikipedia.
I stand up and there is me-shaped shadow, of course. But whatever comes today, may my soul cast light. The only way I know is the way I’m told.
“Speak as song. Psalm words. Hymn language. Spiritual song melody. To others who need and to myself. And give thanks always for all things to God.”
This is how. I don’t understand it, really. But I don’t have to know how it works to do it.
I felt the answer to “How.” Felt it warm on face and back when I settled down on leafy ground. Settled and defrayed. And isn’t that, “Be still and know that I am God” language?
Ahh! The everlasting arms that hold me have hands that hold time.
This is my reference for time. “Be Still and Know.” It’s spiritual song to sing. It’s a hymn in my hymnal. And could the rhythm of “Be Still and Know” be how His heart beats?
If my soul has a heart, and it does, then I want it to beat in time with God’s heart. And isn’t time measured in heart beats in the chest of the Light of the world?
Light changes everything.
written by: Carolyn Roehrig