After Tuesday’s election, I thought a lot about time. How much time did I spend working for a different outcome in this presidential race? How much time did I spend praying about it? How much time did I spend urging people to exercise their right to vote (and vote informed?)
Like most people, I feel I could (should have) done more given the outcome of Tuesday’s results.
But since I can’t turn back the clock…I have to do my level best with the time given me today.
I have work and responsibilities that are mine alone to see finished so I’m going to set aside my grief, dry my tears, and get busy doing what’s in front of me.
How about you?
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.