"When God made time, He made enough of it."
When I first read this Celtic saying, its simple truth jarred me.
It made me uncomfortable.
Because this truth made me see the untruth I had been living. When I live scrambled, and my mind is full of webs of worry because I prefer to meditate on the full day I have ahead of me instead of the Book full of truth and peace, and my words are pinched and angry and hurtful because I can't slow down to think before I speak, I am believing that the infinite God didn't make enough time.
If He pronounced all of His creation, including the amount of time, "good," then why can't I?
He gave me 24 hours in a day. 24. Every day. People work and laugh and sing and live and enjoy and love in a day. How blessed I am as a Christian to know Who gave me the time I have!
Every moment is grace. And yes there are errands to run and people to write and things to buy and rooms to clean and stuff to organize, but guess what? There's time. And when God made time, He made enough. :)