I picked up a book this morning that I haven’t read in a bit. In fact, I finally unpacked my box of books a week ago for the first time since we moved last summer.
It’s called, “Come Away My Beloved” by Frances J. Roberts. My mother gave me the devotional for Christmas nearly a decade ago. It is written in old English. So, bare with me if you are not as big a nerd as myself—I am, after all, the girl who decided to read all the works of Shakespeare one summer in high school (for fun).
I turned to the first section:
The Call of Love
I read it a few times, underlining a particular paragraph that I felt led to share with you today:
“Tarry not for an opportunity to have more time to be alone with Me. Take it, though ye leave the tasks at hand. Nothing will suffer. Things are of less importance than ye think. Our time together is like a garden full of flowers, whereas the time ye give to things is as a field full of stubble.”
I made a huge change recently. That change was unplugging from the internet more than 80% of the day. I used to multitask to the point where it was becoming detrimental to my routine.
When I left my day job to make Awake to Dream Studios my full time job, I had to eliminate everything that would keep me from staying focused.
It probably sounds odd.
I mean, everything I do is internet based and requires access to social media. But I learned the value of pouring all of my brainpower into the tasks at hand. I began to plan out my posts and online strategies well in advance. I scheduled my updates to post automatically, which freed up my hands to work elsewhere.
In the end, I didn’t need my phone pinging every time I had a message or notification. I found out I could be much more productive by checking my profiles and email at a specific time in the day, and then moving on with my projects.
What did I end up with?
Quality time in my studio and more finished projects.
Also, my prayer life has greatly increased without the added distractions. That, to me, is way more important than any of my other endeavors. If that area suffers, so does every other part of my life.
So, I pondered that paragraph, waited on the Lord for a moment and turned to Proverbs.
I laughed as I read the title of the chapter in my bible:
The Call of Wisdom
“Wisdom cries aloud in the street, in the markets she raises her voice; at the head of the noisy streets she cries out; at the entrance of the city gates she speaks:
“How long, O simple ones, will you love being simple? How long will scoffers delight in their scoffing and fools hate knowledge?
If you turn at my reproof, behold I will pour out my spirit to you; I will make my words known to you.”
All that we are longing for can be made fulfilled in His presence. Whatever we need, He already has supplied.
This is a call to a higher standard of living. He has already reached out, and is waiting, to meet with us.
The present is all we have, as we watch time melt away without delay.
These temporal things that capture our attention are nothing in comparison to the love and the wisdom that calls out to each one of us.
There is no promise of tomorrow. There is only today.