Time

Time. I never had enough time. I was time-starved like most. I wanted more time. I dreamt and prayed for more time. I was always right on time but never ahead of time. When I drove to work, I woke up at 4:30a.m. to go for my daily run, shower, breakfast, and head it to work at 6:30a.m. It took me an hour to navigate the 30 mile commute. When the driving time lengthened and the distance remained the same and I felt my coming 15 or 20 minutes late to work every morning, I stopped having breakfast at home and decided to “enjoy” it while driving. I reasoned that a 30 minute head start would get me to my destination right on time. Soon, however, I found out that I was not the only “smart” guy in the bunch. As if all of us drivers received some kind of emergency alert or memorandum to skip breakfast at home. I noticed that most of the other drivers were doing the same thing. Everyone was counting off those “saved” precious minutes to get them to work right on time. My departure from home started to get earlier every month. I now wonder about my co-workers who lived over 60 miles away from work. What time did they leave their homes??? I was living to work instead of working to live. I kept asking for more time. Now in prison, I have nothing but time. I feel like the farmer who prayed for rain and got a flood instead. Sometimes you just have to slow down and put things in their proper places. Maybe God is telling our farmer the same thing: Take a break from all that hard work and go fishing instead.