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March to your beat

Time... It passes by quickly or slowly. It doesn't seem to have a preference either way. It can be a fickle thing, that time. Sometimes doing the opposite of what you desperately need it to do at that very moment. The sun and the moon mark the time... the ticking of the second hand marks the time... the reflection in the mirror as it changes marks the time. What is it about time that makes it so precious? Could it be that it is not altered by any man in the world? There is no one on earth who can boast in his resume that he can control, manipulate or change the passing of time. No amount of money, however great, can alter the scope of time.
Time plays no favorites. It passes at the same speed for each of us regardless of who we are.
What else is about time that makes it so precious?
Could it be that once it's gone, it can never be retrieved? I can attempt to recreate moments of time by planning every detail to be the same as it once was--but that specific day, hour, mood, conversation will always be something past.
Carpe Diem or seize the day is a chant many like to make their mantra and so at some level should we all be inspired by that thought. For once today is gone, time will seal its door on it forever.

The clock, it rushes, worries, pushes ... reminding so many to hurry because your time is almost gone. Everything has a deadline and you only have so much time before it's here.

The clock laughs at, mocks and drags slowly those hearts ache or whose souls can no longer withstand the burden of that moment. Everything else around you flies by at its normal pace, but you, you are reminded of the agony of the clock as it has only ushered out another miserable 1.5 minutes since you last checked.

What is time to you today? Does it rush you? Does it worry you? Does it strike a nerve of pain at its prolonged length?

I have recently been redirected in some of my use of time. For one season seems to have come to an end and another season is just now starting. Time for me is such a steady drum. For me now, the beat has changed.
Yet as time changes, I am comforted in knowing that as long as I follow His leading, whatever my pace and schedule, I will be marching to the beat of the Perfect Drummer.

Listen for your perfect beat today, dear reader and march on.

Jer.29:11 "'For I know the plans I have for you', declares the LORD, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'"

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