Time

I had a funny experience when coming out of surgery last week. Once I was coherent enough to hold a conversation, the attending nurse in the recovery room asked me if I had an appointment later that evening. I told her, "Of course not, I just got out of surgery. Why do you ask?" She then informed me of my first few utterances while coming out from under the anesthesia. "What time is is?" and "Am I going to be late?" Apparently I asked her this several times.



I admit it freely, I have always been obsessed with time. I cannot stand to waste time and I abhor being late; therefore I am always early. It all stems back to my childhood. When going anywhere with my mother, we were ALWAYS late. I don't know if it was because of her seven children or what, but it was difficult. As I got older I realized that in order to be on time to important functions I would have to be give her a much earlier time than required to avoid being late. This worked for a while, but she was smart and soon caught on, especially when we were there before anyone else.



My time is extremely important to me and I try to use it wisely. I often play on the clock. In other words, I will set tasks for the day with time limits attached and then try and beat the time. It is rewarding when I can beat my time, however I allow for emergencies which often arise and change my plans.



When I see my children sitting around I ask them, "Are you being anxiously engaged in a good cause?" They know that that means they had better get up and find something worthwhile to do. Time wasted is gone forever!



I love this quote about time:

"Time is the property

which we inherit from God,

along with the power

to choose what we will do with it."

Henry B. Eyring

Time is a precious gift that each of us enjoy. We each have the same 24 hours a day, 168 hours a week to do with as we desire. However, it passes at a fixed rate and we can’t store it. All we can do is decide what to do with it—or not to do with it. Even a moment’s reflection helps me see that the problem of using my time wisely is not a problem of the mind but of my heart. Where my heart is, there will my time be spent.



My heart is with my family and my God. That is where my time is spent, hour after hour, minute after minute, day after day.



I never want to be responsible for these final words:





My time is even more precious to me now. My lists have even grown a little longer, and while I might not get everything accomplished that I would like, I feel peace in the choices I have made in how I spend my time.