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What Time is It?

The honking horn told me that it had happened again. Everyone else was already in the car and waiting on this teenager. The lecture was brewing. All the way to church I would be reminded that I was once again late, and that I was making the rest of the family late. I would be told that we were destined to walk in “just like the McCormick's,”  the notorious family that habitually paraded in, single file, long after the service began. Never mind that they lived closest, just across the street. 

So, with rollers still in my hair and makeup in my hand, I tumbled into my backseat position, and sought to create some semblance of decency out of the product of my tardiness. This was no fun. After all, who wants to be called ‘the cow’s tail’ even if the illustration is accurate?

My ancient teenage habits have undergone renovation, and maturity has been my friend, yet I remain time-challenged. I will be prompt for The Rapture or for my own funeral, depending on which comes first. However, between now and then, I must constantly be vigilant to arrive where I am going with punctuality. 

The business of being tardy is like an albatross. It creates tension in personal relationships, and it reeks of selfishness. I disdain the sheepish apology I have to offer for making my friend wait at our lunch appointment. Excuses always abound, but they are just that - excuses. 

I believe there are three groups of people surrounding this topic. My theory is that you are in one group and someone you love or work with is in a different group. The elephant in the room and in your relationship is the clock.

Group 1: Got it from the get-go

Honestly, some people are naturally gifted, and punctuality comes with ease. They always arrive early, and tend to have very little patience with those of us who missed out on this gifting. 

Then, there is another.                                                                                                               

Group 2: Gained it from the grind

These individuals have worked diligently to develop a consistent habit of being on time; they arrive exactly on the money, not one minute early, not one minute late.  They have more patience with us, but are still baffled by our weakness. 

Finally,

Group 3: Got left out                                                                      

That’s us, you and me. We did not get it as did the gifted, and we do not have it, as do the acquired. 

This provokes the question: Is there a cure for our disease? Yes, I believe there is. I have discovered three significant perspectives, and they are inching me forward at my seasoned age of 65.

The first is a Scriptural Perspective.
“Teach me to number my days that I may present to You a heart of wisdom.” These words from Psalm 90:12 let me know how desperately I need the Holy Spirit. A sincere prayer to monitor my actions sets a tone of hope rather than a tone of defeat. Furthermore, the desired outcome becomes punctuality with a purpose rather than an accomplishment in a vacuum.

The second is a Practical Perspective.
Michael Hyatt points out there is no such thing as time management, just self-management.This is subtle but powerful. Time management will never set me free from this bad habit. Self-management will. The focus is taken off the clock and placed onto me. The clock does not need to change; I need to change. Growth can begin when I take ownership for my behavior, and take the blame off the clock. This is exciting, because new habits actually can take root. This offers hope. 

The third is a Realistic Perspective.
The time in now for me to become master over the “one more” syndrome.  Inside the psyche of you and me, punctuality is set at odds with productivity, and punctuality needs to become the priority. Let me explain.

From ~ To statements must transform my thinking. 
I need to go…

•    From insisting on doing one more thing  ~ To stopping sooner, whatever it is that I am involved in
•    From reading just one more chapter at bedtime ~ To turning out the light, even though the suspense is gripping
•    From adding one more errand while I am still “out”~ To being at peace with waiting until tomorrow to complete my to-do list
•    From making one more phone call ~ To being satisfied with what has already been accomplished
•    From sending one more email ~ To closing my computer, leaving my office, and getting ahead of the traffic
•    From seeking perfection with punctuality ~ To welcoming improvement, a much healthier and more realistic outcome

Reality Speak: Rarely will I ever be the first to arrive at a meeting. There will still be the occasional mad race to the airport. The Big Clock App will perpetually be needed on my iphone. I will always be glad when you are not early to my front door. However, I am confident that I can grow to experience more victory in an area previously plagued with defeat. Herein lies hope. And hope does not disappoint. (Romans 5:5)

Questions: Do you struggle with punctuality? What have you found to be helpful in overcoming this challenge?

How Could You?!

How Could You?!

Over the years, I tried in multiple ways to answer the question. I would reply from all angles - answer of logic, answer of emotion, answer of reason. Each had its audience. I gave the Biblical perspective, the spiritual perspective, the godly perspective. Countless times the response I received in return was a blank stare, a grimace, sometimes even a glare. 

In spite of my attempts to communicate, I did not possess within my human self an answer. Never did I have an explanation, save one, that landed correctly. 

The question:
How could you leave your parents and take their only grandchild to live so far away in an unsafe, unknown Communist country? 
My answer then is my answer now: The will of God. 

God made His call on our lives to go to live covertly behind the Iron Curtain so unmistakably clear that to refuse to go would be willful, blatant disobedience.

However, the domino effect of our decision left holes in the hearts of those we left behind. Their sorrow was genuine, and their pain ran deep. At the outset, close friends of theirs offered strong opinions; one predicted Communist prison for us. Another suggested my parents phone Washington and blow our cover. In the face of these challenges, I found myself helpless to fix it. Constantly, I had to put my own heartache into the Holy Hands of God.

Packing clothes, loading luggage, and checking-in at the airport were like objects on an emotional conveyor belt moving us toward our inevitable separation. Hugs...tears...and one last wave punctuated our parting. Watching my mother tearfully kiss our 17-month-old goodbye and seeing my Daddy turn his head away, took my soul to depths it had never before plumbed.

My strength to let go, to turn, and to walk down the jet way came from three truths anchored in the Word of God:

God’s will is good, acceptable and perfect (Romans 12:2b); Hard does not mean wrong.

God’s will is consistent; His will for me was also His will for my parents.

God’s will is the ultimate safest place on earth to be, even when His will meant living a dual life in a Communist nation. 

Did I continue to feel deeply? Yes
Did I do everything possible to keep them connected to our lives? Yes
Did I pray with every fiber of my being that they would know joy and peace? Yes
Did it ever go away? No, not really. 

The Atlantic Ocean remained between us for thirty-three years. Over the decades they were missed at birthday parties, piano recitals, and sporting events. Graduations had no grandparents in attendance. Thank goodness, God always filled in the gaps; His Presence occupied the empty seats.

Consistently, my parents' commitment to our relationship, despite their heartache, was stellar. They persevered with phone calls, photos, and generous care packages; they even came for a few visits. Their determination to connect was exemplary.

Over time, the Cold War thawed, and our geography shifted. Throughout the transitions, our distant relationships were abundantly, supernaturally blessed. But the core issue never fully went away. At unsuspecting times a nipping sensation of guilt attempted to derail me. Each time I grasped those three truths that took me down the jet way.
God’s will is good, acceptable and perfect; hard does not mean wrong
God’s will is consistent
God’s will is the ultimate safest place on earth

Not every missionary experiences these tensions, but this one did.

How could you?! I learned that obedience to God is just that: Obedience. "Obeying God in the power of the Holy Spirit, and leaving the results to God," may also involve pain for us and for others, especially those we love dearly.

 

 

 

ZAP!

I think you will like this.

ZAP!  Grab the remote and click.

Backdrop:

It started with the Magic Light Wand.
Remember when you were the last one to bed on Christmas Eve, and you were expected to turn off all the lights? If so, you probably found yourself crawling around the packages and under the limbs in search of the small switch needed to turn off the Christmas tree lights. Well, my commando crawl ended when we were given a Magic Light Wand. 

Magic Light Wand developed by a family in Memphis, Tennessee, is a cheerful, effortless way to magically wave a wand and turn on or turn off the lights on a tree. What appears to be fun is actually very practical.

When the holidays ended and our Magic Light Wand was put away with the Christmas decorations, our daughter went on a search. Why did the technology have to end with the end-of-the-year celebrations? Her research uncovered for us the year round version. It is called ZAP

ZAP is a remote outlet switch which allows you to turn on all the lamps in your room with a simple click. It’s self described features are

Point. Click. Power.  

Advantages:

  • Hard to reach switches are no longer challenging
  • Cranky lampshades do not need to be disturbed
  • Dark rooms cease to be intimidating
  • In fact, Larry can turn off my lamp if I am reading too late
  • I can turn it right back on again to finish my chapter
  • All with the click of ZAP

Game Plan:

  1. Order from Amazon 
  2. Choose the version best suited for your room, a one remote version or a two remote version
  3. Install the accompanying battery inside the remote
  4. Read the simple instructions; have the booklet in your hand and follow step by step
  5. Click                                                                                                                                           

My first ZAP was so successful that I reordered again….and then again. Now, for the fourth time, I am ready to place an order. Why? The switch on my tall desk lamp situated atop my roll top desk is always a challenge to stretch and reach. A single remote version ZAP is needed to eliminate this clumsy maneuver.

Truth in advertising; I do not get a commission. I do not offer guarantees. However, I do believe you and your household will be delighted with the simple convenience that comes from this innovative device. 

ZAP! Grab the remote and click.