Don’t Save Yourself for Later, You Won’t Keep

Spotted on Inward/Outward

Guidelines

Here’s what you need to do, since time began:
find something—diamond-rare or carbon-cheap,
it’s all the same—and love it all you can.

It should be something close—a field, a man,
a line of verse, a mouth, a child asleep—
that feels like the world’s heart since time began.
Don’t measure much or lay things out or scan;
don’t save yourself for later, you won’t keep;
spend yourself now on loving all you can.
It’s going to hurt. That was the risk you ran
with your first breath; you knew the price was steep,
that loss is what there is, since time began
subtracting from your balance. That’s the plan,
too late to quibble now, you’re in too deep.
Just love what you still have, while you still can.

Don’t count on schemes, it’s far too short a span
from the first sowing till they come to reap.
One way alone to count, since time began:
love something, love it hard, now, while you can.

Fear is fun to blame

~ from Jon Acuff today ~
A few months ago I had a conversation with my wife Jenny at our dinner table. Here’s how it went:

Jon: I’m too afraid to write this book.
Jenny: No, you’re too lazy, but fear is fun to blame because then it’s not your fault.
Jon (and the chorus of millions): Grenade.

How many times have I blamed fear?
I’m just a shy person.
I don’t have the capability.
I don’t have the experience.
I couldn’t stand up to the dissenters.

When fear takes the fall, I don’t have to.

Fear is fun to blame. It excuses us from doing so many things we are meant to. Addressing them, fixing them, overcoming them.

Fear not, the angel said.
But I can’t…
I know you can’t, but God can.
Do you believe this?
Then be not afraid.
Let God be.

Fear is fun to blame. But courage is called for. All it takes is one. Who will go for me?

Take Away Everything

Sunrise over Tampa BayWhere does the time go?

What happened to my days?
They’re endless
What happened to my weekends?
They’re overrun
What happened to my vacation?
It’s absent

What’s become of the order in my life?

Oh Child,
I did not create the clock,
You did.
I did not create weekdays and weekends,
You did.
I did not create workdays,
You did.

I created sunrises and sunsets,
I created the shortening and lengthening of days,
I created what walks, what swims, what flies,
I created what grows.
Then I created you.

I didn’t create calendars and clocks,
computers or cell phones.
You did.
I didn’t command you to measure and organize,
categorize and compare,
distinguish and differentiate.
You chose these for yourself.

I didn’t create you for these.
Remove them and see what’s left.
It’s Me.

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