Why did God set up the day with only 24 hours in it?
As if that would be anywhere near enough time to get done all the things I want to do on top of all the things I have to do.
No matter what we do, the clock keeps ticking. Time is one of the places where everyone is equal. And while we may each be allotted a different number of days on this planet, every one of us is given the same 24 hours each day.
Right now my schedule has gotten a bit nuts. This past weekend I did nearly a monthâ€™s worth of work in three days. I am still digging out from under the paper work. I have a meeting in less than an hour with a guy and I am not completely prepared for it. Gorgeous is heading out of town this morning and wonâ€™t be back until after I leave on Saturday for a few days.
I want to keep my blog here up to date. The neighbors would appreciate it if I cut the grass before I leave. My car needs washing and Gorgeousâ€™ needs some maintenance. I want to do some computer work to support a couple of projects Gorgeous has going.
And somewhere along the way I should actually go to the Y. (Apparently I canâ€™t get into shape just by cutting them my membership check each month. I have to physically go there and exercise. I donâ€™t remember reading that in the fine print!)
Oh, yes. And my body still wonâ€™t let me skip the whole sleep thing.
And we donâ€™t even have kids! I truly canâ€™t imagine what life would be like if that dynamic was added in.
So we are all restricted to 24 hours in any given day. It doesnâ€™t seem right.
But maybe God knew that we needed limitations. Maybe if he gave us even more hours, weâ€™d keep going until we exploded. Perhaps the whole sleep thing was built in to force us to take some down time to recharge so that we could keep going through an entire life.
All I know is I am late for a meeting (again) and I have to get moving. I am looking forward to the day that I step into eternity and have all the time I need to do the things I want.
Not that I want to get there today, mind you.