God stretched time.
Sometimes stretched time is unwanted. Time can creep by. But this was slowed time for which I was grateful.
My weekend had been busy. That might seem odd in our season of shelter-in-place and social distancing, but many of you know what I mean. Many responsibilities have remained the same but with just enough alterations that add some challenges that can be tiresome. With so many people struggling and shifting, there are more people to check on and listen to and help when possible. I am so grateful for the relationships and community ties I have, and I would not give up the opportunities I’ve been given to share with others through this season.
But the weekend was a lot. I needed to breathe. I didn’t have anything that had to get done, but there were some things I wanted to get done. There were only a few more hours of the weekend left. I was fairly certain I’d crawl into bed with the admission I’d left some things undone.
But I crawled into bed with a satisfaction. For a moment, I was surprised to look at the time and wonder how I’d done so much. It had nothing to do with my skills. I knew God was giving me slowed time to breathe and savor peace.
Sometimes time flies, and sometimes it creeps. Both seem to have at inconvenient times, but that’s not always the case. I need to consistently be aware of God’s provision and protection through time. I’m grateful he is in charge of time. He just gives me the responsibility of trusting him and stewarding it well.