How and What
This made me pause, and think. Long and hard.
Perhaps because we are still in a season when, after being brought to a standstill, we have learned to apply the brakes ourselves and not rush headlong into anything without careful consideration.
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Different seasons, you see, bring new opportunities as well as new challenges - both of which can deplete, alter, uplift and propel.
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Depletion can skewer you to the point of majorly altering your cares and capabilities.
You think you can continue to do something well because you always have until you realise you no longer have the capacity. Or even the necessary enthusiasm.
Good to go, however heading nowhere in particular.
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At other times, you’re already approaching the finish line while the other runners are so far away they'd need a blue & red monogrammed cape to overtake you. You were born to win, with nothing to stop you!
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Times and seasons.
The crux of it all is to know which one you're in, and not overestimate or overextend yourself.
Because people hardly ever remember what you did accomplish, but will instead base your future possibilities on what you didn't.
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Your character starts with what you know to be true of yourself, then ends with what others think to be true of you.
And if pride blurs the lines so much that you don't know when to step back and regroup vis-à-vis bulldozing forward on past glories, it's a seamless slide into disrepute.
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Sometimes character not only boils down to what you really think of people and how you treat them, but also what you say you'll do and how intentional you are about it.
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If the time isn't right, pass. Otherwise you might find yourself being passed by when it is.
Therefore, rest easy in knowing that in God's universe, there is a time for everything.
Take it from one who knows. Your real character and talent will announce you in due course.
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📖 Everything that happens in this world happens at the time God chooses.
Ecclesiastes 3:1 GNT ( YouVersion )
📖 It is vain for you to rise up early, to take rest late, to eat the bread of [anxious] toil–for He gives [blessings] to His beloved in sleep.
Psalm 127:2 AMPC ( YouVersion )
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