One of my favorite books holds the line, "This life is the time for men to prepare to meet God...the day of this life is the day for men to perform their labors." I hold that to heart as each day I try a little harder to be a little better, to prepare to meet my Heavenly Father and let Him know that I sure did put a lot of effort into this existence of mine. Reading those words, I think of the goals I have set, some in fun, some in preparation for the future, but all in the desire to be a better me; more well-rounded, more kind, more organized, and more Christ-like. Reading those words, I think of the immense amount of tasks and progress I want to complete, but the contradicting sliver of time I am given to stuff them all into.
And then I realize I've got it all wrong.
I do not have so much to do and so little time, and I do not have so much time and so little to do. It's like I'm Goldilocks, and everything is "just right." My life here on Earth is not the beginning, nor the end. I existed and lived before, and I will continue to exist and live after. So in reality I have much more time than I think I do (and also more to get done). I'm certainly not saying I should procrastinate the goals I have set here, as it is clear I have an overall achievement to reach: prepare to meet God. Yet does that mean I will be perfect when I meet my Father? Oh no. No, no, no. I'll probably still be barefoot and crazy (hey wait...isn't that perfection?), with a lot more to work on. But that's the thing, if I was perfect then I wouldn't have anything to do with my eternal life, nothing to do with what comes next. So bring on the days and weeks that seem to fly by. Bring on the milestones reached, achievements collected, and goals left for another day. I will embrace the rotations of the planet, the revolutions that leave me reflecting and planning, and the many, many adventures along the way.
Joy, not stress you guys. Joy.
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