It’s too Late

Last week, we talked about what could happen if we treated today as if it were January first–it might look completely different, simply because of a different expectation which causes us to use our time differently.

The whole of our lives is truly weaved around time and how we use it. Or don’t use it. Or waste it. Or spend it. And the bottom line is this: whatever we do with our time, we all  make the choice to do it, whether we purposefully do so or not. And when we disregard our usage of time, even that is a choice as well.

Our experience with time is intrinsically linked to our minds.

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“It’s too late for me,” the young defeated man declared to me the other day. And he completely believed himself. Twenty-four years old, and he is giving himself a sentence of no more hope.

And this is what my heart wants to scream to him: Don’t say that; don’t go there.

I know I appear old to you with my grey hair and my seemingly established life. I know I seem to have been lucky because it looks like I have it all, from the loving husband to the cool home, kids who love Jesus and adorable grand-babies.

But if you only knew… if you only knew all that has happened, and how many times I chose life over death. If you only knew how time and time again, I have refused to be defeated. I keep on keeping on; the key is in never, ever quitting. So don’t say that; don’t go there.

At times, I have had to shift my perspective, adjust my expectations, change my mind, tweak my goals, but giving up is not an option.

So don’t say that; don’t go there.

If you only knew that when you say, “It’s too late,” you are just giving yourself an easy way out. Because the only time it’s too late is when you don’t start. When you quit on yourself. On life.

Your experience with time is completely wrapped up in your belief system, in your choices, in you. So today, dear one, just today, tell yourself that you won’t say that right now. You won’t go there.

Tomorrow is another day. Tomorrow you can say it.   

But tomorrow, I’ll be there to remind you that it only is too late when you quit, or you refuse to start.  And I’ll tell you the same thing the day after. And the day after. 

Sometimes, I link up with any or all of these wonderful writers: Hearts 4 Home,SDG, Hearts Reflected, WLW, EOA, Things I can’t say, Growing Home, Play Dates with God, Monday Musings, Hear it on Sunday,Inspire Me Monday, Tell me a Story, The Better Mom, a Mama’s Story, Into the Word, In and Around Mondays,OYHT, Gratituesday,Titus2Tuesdays, Extraordinay, Lessons from Ivy,Denise in Bloom, Sweet Blessings, Faith Filled Friday, Finding Joy,WholeHearted Home, Mom’s the Word, Reclaiming a Redeemed Life, Still Saturday. Wildcrafting Wednesdays, WFMW

 

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15 comments

  1. I’m so grateful for the new mercies that come tomorrow and the day after that. 🙂 Thanks for linking up at #ThreeWordWednesday.

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  2. As long as there is breath – – it is never too late. I hope that young man will rethink his pitiful answer. God always has open arms and He waits. Thank you for sharing with us here at tell me a Story.

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  3. It’s never too late to be what we want to be and to change for the better. With God, nothing is too late or too early. It’s always on time. 🙂

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  4. Powerful encouragement here, Barbara. God has whispered to me a few times with my own pursuits, “It’s too early to give up.” It’s amazing the shift that happens when we hand over the outcome to Him and trust that He is working it out for the very best. #testimonytuesday

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