There are times in my life where there almost seems to be a noiseless drumbeat driving my day. A subconscious metronome, if you will, that keeps time in my life always bringing me back to one particular thought or theme. This time in my life is certainly no exception.
I’ll have to save the current drumbeat for another day, but I’ve been thinking a lot about my priorities recently. My purpose.
If I had to write a mission statement for my life it would probably be:
I didn’t ponder that very long so it may be a work in progress.
I want to capture every moment. I want to notice them. Observe them. Take hold of them. Use them. I want to direct the moments of our days to bring the most glory to Jesus. I don’t want my days to be an accident, anymore. That doesn’t mean that they are all planned to the minute, I just can’t live that way. It means that in the morning I wake up and before my feet touch the floor, I’ve asked Jesus to make appointments for me. An appointment with the coffee pot and my Bible to enjoy a few moments with him. A moment with my children, teaching them. A moment walking on the farm, learning about the mystery and delicacy of all types of life. Capturing a moment in a phone call with a friend. Sensing God’s presence as I listen to music. Feeling DEEP thankfulness for my daily bread. Capturing. Recording. Replaying.
Profitable. Making each day profitable. How many tens of days have I wasted? I’m so sorry, sweet Jesus, for wasting days. I want to enjoy these days, savor them, and use my breath to teach people about our Lord. I want to never back down from shepherding my children to the heart of God. Profitable. Serving my husband so he can lead, love, and serve better. Practicing hospitality, getting dirty serving others, counting all loss but knowing my Lord better. Enough. Wasted. Time.
Drawing closer. Learning. Loving. Savoring. Falling. Trusting. Leaning. Abiding.
The precious heart of God.
The heart that makes promises and keeps them.