Where does time go? Not only in a month, or week, but each day?
Each day I have something to do. Some things that must be done whether I want to or not; other things that I really want to do. And always I am hopeful that I am doing something meaningful, that what I’m working on is going to matter in someone’s life; that what I’ve written will help someone.
I ask myself every day: “What am I going to do today that will matter in five years?”
It helps me focus on today. So where does the time go?
As I read a Facebook post today by the Bethany House Abuse Shelter, I realized again that for some women the days and weeks and months, even years all remain the same. Until they don’t. Until they get free. Or until the abusive man they are with takes their life.
Bethany House Abuse Shelter in KY posted this sobering story of Monica Helton Wells being brutally murdered by her boyfriend on October 15th, and more domestic violence ending in four additional fatalities in the following week in their community.
On one hand when I read stories like that, I feel so blessed that the Lord helped me to escape and to share my story of release from an abusive marriage. Yet, on the other hand, I feel sad that I couldn’t give a book to each one of those women and help them to make a personal decision to get away.
But that’s the point. I can’t ‘make’ a woman who is enduring abuse do anything to get free. No one else can. She has to make the decision and then take action on her decision. All I can do is share and pray. And pray some more.
Whenever I wonder why I am in this season to write and share and more importantly, to pray, something like this comes along to remind me and help me focus with new strength.
Will you pray with me? Not only for women who are victims of domestic violence, but for renewed focus and strength in whatever season you are in and whatever you are doing that will matter for eternity.
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Thinking Out Loud 