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Time Marches On...

Time doesn't stop. It seems to drag, it seems to fly but in reality time marches on one second after another. The Dobis' have been gone only a few hours but it seems like only yesterday that I sent Rich an email about a possible work trip to Brazil. In just a few days Ann will give birth to her and Jackson's first child. In just a few more days he'll graduate, or so it seems.

Time is a plugger. It "comes at you fast" like the commercial says. Just the other morning I was reading Jesus' words in John John 9:4 I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work. Jesus knew that His time on this earth was limited and He had many things to accomplish. He is my example. My days are numbered and I need to be doing His work. Plugging along like time.

Looking at Rich taking a picture of his work made me think about how often things look so complicated at the beginning of a project. In reality, for me the wiring of our church was an impossibility. However, with the hands of a master electrician at work that impossibility became a reality.

Isn't it like that with our lives? Living the Christian life, the way it was meant to be lived, is an impossibility. But with the Hand of the Master in control, it becomes a possibility and a reality! It just takes time. That is encouraging.

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