Tempus Fugit is a Latin phrase that I had heard before, but only learned the definition of a few weeks ago. I was going to write about how that all transpired and what it said to me, but I got bogged down in life and never got it done. I had written a whole blog post about it, but every time I went back to edit it, the words just fell flat. So today I came back to revisit what I had written, and maybe look at it with fresh eyes. I think I got so bogged down in writing the post and my inadequacy to put the correct words together, that I forgot to really listen to what God was saying to me in the first place.
Per Wikipedia the definition is "time flees" or more commonly used, "time flies". It is a latin saying and "as such, it expresses concern that one's limited time is being consumed by nothing in particular or by something which may have little intrinsic substance importance or urgency". The post I had written was all about the crazy way that God had communicated this information to me, but in my rush to write I ignored the message. This month though, He is not letting me forget. This month fear and time have collided.
There is a conversation I would like to have, but I had been putting off. It is something that I feel is the next step in my journey, but I am afraid. Since I am unable to take that next step, I am frozen in place. So while I try to debate the soundness of that step, time is fleeing. Time is not waiting for me. It continues to march on, being spent as if it were money. And while I can make more money, I cannot make more time. So now as I fear that time is fleeing, I also am feeling a new fear. What are the ramifications of running out of time? What if I am unable to move from my spot to take that next step? What will I miss out on? What will I lose?
I am not sure what the answers are to thse questions, but one thing I am starting to wonder is what should I fear most? Those unknown answers, or that next step that has me rooted to the spot. I am not sure, but I am thinking that time is running out either way.
Per Wikipedia the definition is "time flees" or more commonly used, "time flies". It is a latin saying and "as such, it expresses concern that one's limited time is being consumed by nothing in particular or by something which may have little intrinsic substance importance or urgency". The post I had written was all about the crazy way that God had communicated this information to me, but in my rush to write I ignored the message. This month though, He is not letting me forget. This month fear and time have collided.
There is a conversation I would like to have, but I had been putting off. It is something that I feel is the next step in my journey, but I am afraid. Since I am unable to take that next step, I am frozen in place. So while I try to debate the soundness of that step, time is fleeing. Time is not waiting for me. It continues to march on, being spent as if it were money. And while I can make more money, I cannot make more time. So now as I fear that time is fleeing, I also am feeling a new fear. What are the ramifications of running out of time? What if I am unable to move from my spot to take that next step? What will I miss out on? What will I lose?
I am not sure what the answers are to thse questions, but one thing I am starting to wonder is what should I fear most? Those unknown answers, or that next step that has me rooted to the spot. I am not sure, but I am thinking that time is running out either way.
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