The Invisible Time: Finding time for God in a busy world
I love the Lord. I love him with all my heart. There's no one I want to please as much as him and certainly no one else I trust as much as him. I love to worship him, talk to him, be with him, and serve him. But sometimes, it is so hard to slow down and be still with him. I can't be the only one, right? Life is so busy and so nonstop and sometimes I get in this rut where I start thinking about my time with God as another chore; another commitment on my calendar. I'll still fill my calendar with things I'm doing to serve him but end up skipping out on my alone time with him so I can plan another event, organize another meeting, or dream of another ministry. I'll make time to talk to the brokenhearted, encourage the hopeless, and lead the lost but I find myself too busy and frazzled to sit and be quiet with the One whom I love. And it doesn't work.
When I get in those cycles, I find myself burning out really quickly. I start getting snippy with my husband and angry with my kids. I begin to look at my ministry opportunities as drudge work and not the privilege I had been asking God to give me and I find myself looking at people as chores, not gifts from God. It's really awful, actually.
This weekend my area was hit really hard with a windstorm and we found ourself without power. It was very unpleasant. As a kid I thought a power outage was the best! We would light candles and cuddle around the wood burning stove while we pretended we lived in the 'olden days' and wished our whole town would turn off the power and water for an 'olden days weekend.' We failed to understand why all the grownups didn't agree. Well, this time, I was the adult. And it was NOT the same. We woke up to the clocks out. Bummer. Oh rats, we can't charge the phones. Bummer. Wait. NO COFFEE????? Serious bummer. And the list went on. The house started getting colder, I couldn't take a shower, I couldn't wash the laundry or run the dishwasher, I couldn't pop on a TV show to entertain the kids while we packed to get out of town. Wait, I can't even put a youtube video on the laptop? No WiFi?? What about the quarter cow in the freezer? How can I even make breakfast? I'm telling you. It was seriously not fun. And all I could think of was how good I have it on a regular basis. I take it for granted.
I find myself the same way with God. I LOVE my quiet time with my heavenly Father. I am encouraged, refined, uplifted, and coached by my perfect and holy God and it is incredible. He speaks to me and gives me clarity, he blesses me with peace and rids me of my fears. When I'm with God on a regular basis, the ministry set before me flows out of me with love and grace. It's such a wonderful way to be and to live. But at some point, I find myself starting to take it for granted. I forget or end up too busy for a couple days and then start only finding brief moments for my precious time with Him. If I let that pattern continue, I start to see the effects of being disconnected to my power source. When I'm plugged in to him, it's easy to forget what I am without that connection.
The hard part is that these days, we often mark our success by how packed our calendars are. We've started to think that our value is based on how much we can possibly do and not so much on whose we are. I've found myself caught in that trap more than I'd like to admit but God's been teaching me a lot about that. I think what really shines through a Christian is that time with God; the invisible time. No one sees you doing it, it doesn't take up calendar space, and you aren't 'accomplishing' anything. It's invisible but the power that comes from it is remarkable. It's the power to walk in grace when in our flesh we'd lash out. It's the power to look at another person beyond their circumstance, appearance, or social standing. It's the power to do more, love more, and be more than we ever could have on our own. It might be the invisible time but the effects are seen in incredible ways. Like my electricity, no one can see my relationship with God but like my living room lamp, I am illuminated by it.