Free? Time

They “re-organized” at work again. They've cut my hours down to two days a week. We’ll see how long it lasts, but meanwhile I have some free time!

Free time.
Is time ever free?
My list of "Things to Do" is so long I can never die.

But for now I have some hope of tackling long-neglected projects.
I may even clean some closets.

Time is never free. It always has a cost.
Every minute costs a part of your life, your very soul, a piece of eternity.

But time also pays.
There are dividends in a job accomplished, a relationship strengthened, a memory made.

For such a valuable commodity, you’d think we’d use it better than we do.


I once took an Institute class from Hartman Rector, Jr., formerly of the Seventy. I don’t know how true it is, but he said that our lives are like a video tape, where everything we do is recorded. Happily, when we do something wrong and then repent, that part is erased.
We rejoice that it can be so, but realize that we can get to heaven with a lot of blank spots on our tape, spots that instead could have been filled with righteous things.

If someone were to watch the video of my life, they would want a remote control in their hands, to fast forward all the boring parts, all the hours I spent idly, doing nothing interesting or productive.


So, is time a friend, or an enemy?
We crave it. We curse it. We kill it.
We treasure it, count on it, waste it.
We love it, hate it, ignore it.
And it just keeps passing, gobbling up our life.


"I still find each day too short
for all the thoughts I want to think,
all the walks I want to take,
all the books I want to read,
and all the friends I want to see." --John Burrough


Whining about it doesn’t help.
It just takes time.


And if I’m making a movie, then I better get going.


Lights!

Camera!

Action!