Time Compulsive

"TIME COMPULSIVE"---it's what I am---in all caps! 

Sweet church friend, Sally K's, mom used to tell her that she had no concept of time. That sounds like a luxury to me. No one would ever describe me in those terms. 

My family members have a variety of different descriptive words for my disorder----pretty "spot on" in a fun way. 

Clocks adorn every room. My favorite fashion accessory is a watch with large numbers and my favorite home decor is my "Pap's" (Adams) pocket watch which I had mounted. 

I even dubbed myself time compulsive in 2 blogs from earlier years---Journal Jottings in 2/21/09 and Time Compulsion...5/18/10. You'd think I'd learn that this "worrying habit" gets me nowhere fast. There is no time redemption in time compulsion, especially as one ages. It just takes longer to do less, not to mention how fast the years passing.

In God's time economy, there's always time for all that he requires. "Do Justice, love kindness and walk humbly with your God." (Micah 6:8) Even when I have too much "on my plate," the Lord has a way of redeeming my time when I spend time with Him first. The busyness gives way to a God-paced life.  For me, it seems that much more is accomplished for His glory when I "go" His pace. I can leave the tension and stress of my own frenzy in the dust.

Of course, regardless of my "compusivi-TEA," there's always time for a cuppa tea in my day!

Time compulsive……

5/18/10 …..not a very endearing term. Probably because it’s part of OCD behavior which, as we all know, is a mental disorder. But it’s one of those anxiety-producing flaws in my character that really comes forth when I’m stressed
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Even when I’m not stressed, I think differently than others. For me, event arrival means reach your destination 5 minutes early. For my hubby it means depart for the event at the event starting time. When traveling, I usually wear my watch to bed and have a flashlight nearby so I can see time without disturbing others. Even my travel photos, have town clocks front and center. I especially love clock towers; they usually have the time on all 4 sides. Plus, these pix document my trip in a “timely” manner.

I am a somewhat judicious woman which can be a good thing but……time-compulsion carries that to an extreme. That’s not a good thing and often robs me of my joy! (Not to mention what it does to my nearest and dearest.)

So…..in order to make the most of my time with out it decimating me, I’ve decided to work on redeeming my time and quantifying it in God’s terms.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-11 is a good starting point. I especially like verse 4 because God’s word acknowledges that there is even “a time to dance.” I don’t see a time for anxiety or rushing---but I do see “a time for peace.” I think I need to set my clock by God’s time, not my time.

“He has made everything appropriate in its time”---I don’t think time-compulsion is appropriate.

Hospital Happenings

I danced on the way to the OR, Room #38......

........and these strange "pumping socks" are keeping me "light on my feet". (actually off my feet) 

I'm contemplating new modes as I lie here. 

Dance with me my friends- "The Lord of the Dance" can lead us all!

He certainly led me in a "wedding song". 

Today--I remember, I'm a member of the church, the Bride of Christ. 

 A friend loveth at all times (Prov. 17:17) even in an OR room- for 6 minutes that I timed -7:34 margarita needle inserted- 7:37 last clock tick seen.

See, I am still time compulsive.

Nite! Nite!