If it’s important to you, you’ll make time.
Has anyone ever said that to you?
My dad used to say that to me all the time. He’d tell me we make time for the things that were important to us, that our time was one of the primary ways we express our priorities and communicate what matters to us.
I realized last weekend that any time I’ve wanted to do something, time has not come easily. No one or no thing in my life has magically happened without me actually making the time for it to happen.
I used to get up at 5:30 to work out every morning, and now sometimes I run in the dark at night just to get it done.
I have to get up an hour earlier than my coworkers because I drive an hour to work so that I could keep my job when we moved.
Brent and I often eat dinner at 9:00 at night because that’s when he gets home and it’s important to us that we eat together.
I wake up 30 minutes earlier than I need to so that I can spend time with God before the craziness of the day.
We don’t watch a lot of TV because bedtime and morning are both early for us, and a lot of times it seems like we’re washing dinner dishes and brushing teeth at the same time.
So when my alarm went off at 5:30 this morning, I only hit snooze a few times (hey, just because I get up early doesn’t mean I don’t love sleep) and got up shortly after. I had set my coffee to brew around the same time so I grabbed a cup and sat down at the desk to write. I keep saying I want to write. So I’ve decided to make the time.
Since I was little, God has given me a love for writing. So I’m taking that passion and giving it time and space, and trusting that God will use it for His glory in some way.