Time

 Time has always been my enemy.  When I was a child I had tantrums in the morning because I didn't want to get up early for school.  This went on till high school, then to college.  I remembered how lazy i was to wake up early.  I was always late for school.  I couldn't count the number of times I fell in line with the latecomers and had a separate Flag Ceremony. In college, my dormitory was just upstairs of one of the buildings of the College of Nursing.  My classmates and dorm mates would yell from below to tell me to hurry and I would scram to the bathroom to wash my face.  It seemed that in every day of my life my father had to drag me to face the world and meet my responsibilities.  Time took my father away from me so soon.  I hated time.  Not until this time. 

Today, I returned to God and prayed.  In the shower, it was like God was talking to me as I was talking to myself and it brought me to my senses.  I do not own my time.  My life, my time, my freedom is not mine.  They belong to God.  The time i wasted and the time i spent well are not mine.  Every appointment that I was late, I cheated not on my time but God's time.  I do not own my life and one day, God will take everything away.  One day, I will no longer see life. I will no longer have free time to be idle, to play, to sleep and think of nothing but myself.  When that time comes, God will ask me to give back to Him the time He gave me in this life.  He will take account of every moment that I lived in this life.  

"There's a time for everything and everything has its own time." It was like a bolt of lightning struck me. So i hurried in my shower.  From then on, I realized the value of timeliness, the value of getting things done on time at its own time.  Time for work must be a time for work, not for games or for personal matters.  I wasted 32 years pampering myself, getting all my whims in doing this and that regardless of the consequences.  No wonder I've grown fat, unsuccessful and poor. 
 

I want to change all these.  Now is the TIME.