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the gift of covid-19



"But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them..."     ~ Time In A Bottle by Jim Croce

 Time.
How many of us would wish for more time? I would. At the end of many days, I wish that I had just a few more hours, or one more day, or to somehow stop the world from spinning by so quickly so that I could accomplish more, do more, be more.

 But, it doesn't work that way. We are all given the exact same minutes in a day to decide what is important, who and what holds our attentions, our hearts. If, at the end of today, I am wishing for more time, it is because I chose to mismanage the gift of time that I have already received.

I found out Friday that my job would be on a 2 week break due to the corona virus. I am an aide/occasional driver on a school van. It takes less than 4 hours out of my day, but my mind started immediate calculations about how I could spend these extra minutes. I spent wasted time dreaming about sleeping in and binge watching Netflix before I remembered a class that I had taken at the end of last year - Creating A Time Abundant Life (check her out here ) - and I refocused my thinking. 

I had just been granted my wish! I now had an extra 40 hours over the next two weeks! 

"The goal is not to fit more things into your day, the goal is to become intentional about how you are investing your time each day." Melanie Anderson

So, I invested a few minutes into thinking about my dreams for this year and the goals that I have in place to bring them to life. Would it be more wise to watch mindless television, or educational shows on topics that align with who I am? scroll through social media, or invest time reading about where I am headed? 

The choice was simple. Would I rather not be quarantined to my home, hoping that I don't run out of any of the essentials, and praying health and wellness over loved ones? Yes, but here we all are, so I am not going to waste this beautiful gift of time that I've been given. I am going to be intentional and invest my time into my dreams, into my future, into me!
 






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  1. DiwakarMarch 17, 2020 at 1:59 AM

    Hello sister in the Lord. I am a Pastor from Mumbai, India. I am glad to stop by your profile on the blogger and the blog post. I am also blessed and feel privielged and honoured to get connected with you as well as know you and your interest in godly things. It was interesting to read the very title of your blog post "The Gift Of Covid-19". I liked some of the words in your blog post where you were intentional . The words like dreams, goals and being intentional . I love getting connected with the people of God around the gobe to be encouraged strengthened and praying for one another. I have been in the Pastoral ministry for last 40 yrs in this great city of Mumbai a city with a great contrast where richest of rich and the poorest of poor live. We also encourge young and the adults from the west to come to Mumbai to work with us during their vacation time. We would love to have young children who are still single to come to Mumbai to work with us during their vacation time. I am sure they will have a life changing experience. My email id is: dhwankhede(at)gmail(dot)com and my name is Diwakar Wankhede. Looking forward to hear from you very soon. God's richest blessings on you your family and friends also wishing you and your family a blessed and a Christ centered rest of the New year 2020. My name is Diwakar Wankhede and my email id is: dhwankhede(at)gmail(dot)com and my name is Diwakar Wankhede.

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