I’ve always heard it said that in the U.S., time is money.
And I never really felt that I lived my life that way.
But now that I’m in Madagascar, I’m realizing how much that idea is ingrained into my home culture. A recent English class had me listing hobbies on the board. Under ‘to swim’ and ‘to watch TV’ I wrote ‘to spend time with family or friends’. As I took a step back to review the list, I finally made the (fairly obvious) connection that Americans use the phrase ‘to spend time’ the same way that we use ‘to spend money’. And in a way, I think that places a value judgment not only on our possessions, but where, with who, and how we use the 24 hours given to us each day.
Right there in the middle of the lesson, I decided I don’t want to ‘spend’ time anymore. I’d rather ‘live’ time. Soaking up and enjoying every second of it. Time isn’t a paycheck, but a gift. A gift that God presents to us every morning, wrapped in the beautiful hues of the sunrise. So I will choose to cherish this gift and appreciate it. Share it and indulge in it. Will you join me?