The clock relentlessly tick-tocks.
My heart joins in too.
It seems rush-rush is the rythm.
Jesus asks, “Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to (her) life?”
I imagine myself standing in the back of that crowd, shooting my hand up in the air, exclaiming, “Me! Me!”
I certainly have tried to make it true. And if I keep at it…maybe.
Finally, I quiet, sit, try to pray.
Lord, I don’t know how to do it. I’m so overwhelmed. There aren’t enough hours in the day.
Then it strikes me like a clock announcing midnight.
There’s a reason I don’t need to worry about holding the hands of time…
I (and my days) belong to the One in whose hands time has always been.
p.s. We’ll get back to the OUT of INsecurity series soon!
