I stopped giving my Daddy my number one reason why something wasn’t done many years ago.
I used to say, “Oh I didn’t have enough time.”
Never one to let us be less than we could become, he started challenging me the minute I became old enough to understand what he was talking about.
“Didn’t have the time or didn’t MAKE the time? Because there’s a difference.”
Yessir, you’d be correct about that. There sure is.
The past couple of weeks have gone by in a whirlwind. I have a few things to get done by a certain day, and I’m feeling stretched a bit thin more often than not. I found myself about to say the wrong thing in conversation with a friend the other day.
I was about to say, “I didn’t have time to get such and such done.”
And I sensed Daddy waiting, patiently, to see what I would actually say.
I was truthful.
“I didn’t make the time to do it.”
Truth. Uncomfortable. But truth all the same.
What we do with our time in a lot of life has to do with our priorities. I have a crocheting project I’d like to finish. And as someone shared on Pinterest, “Crochet does come before Housework in the dictionary.” But I can’t say I don’t have enough time–not when I spend time on Facebook and Pinterest and piddling around with this and that.
A new month. Lots to get done over the next few weeks. I’m trying to maximize my time during my littles’ summer break from school. It’s my goal to do more about making time for things. Prioritizing. And doing.
It’s funny how I still hear my Daddy’s voice even though I last heard it out loud two and a half years ago. Giving thanks for having a wise Daddy who never failed to call me out in the hopes of making me a better person.
Love to all.
From one of my favorite artists and storytellers, Brian Andreas of StoryPeople:
“Everything changed the day I figured out there was exactly enough time for the important things in my life.”–Brian Andreas, StoryPeople http://www.storypeople.com