Be The Giftنموونە

The hands of the clock are bound by the decisions of our hands. And He has made our hands free to be His. “Unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit” (John 12:24 ESV). Die to self—and have twice as much life. There’s a way to multiply your life. You let every kernel die. The shape of multiplied time looks like a cross. Cruciform. Broken and given, reaching right out.

There’s enough time yet for picking glads and filling Mason jar vases of blooms for sidelined, forgotten people. There’s time for lingering over cups of coffee and listening to the pouring out of someone’s cracked heart, time for long phone calls and shared pie and going the extra mile. And there’s time to be broken and given into all the world’s brokenness, because this is how to break time’s hold.