Time, time, is ticking by...

[My title comes from a Misty Edwards song, titled As In the Days of Noah.]

Time truly does fly by.
I will be twenty-two in one month and four days.
I have lived for 262.9 months.
That's 1,143 weeks.
8,001 days.

Hm.
That's a lot of days.
... Though at the same time, it's not.

Anyway.

What have I done in that time?

School.
Worked.
Vacations.
Sporting events and competitions.
Plays and musicals and band events.
Hung out.
Made friends.
Lost friends.
Moved to three states.
Driven thousands of miles.
Washed and dried dozens of laundry loads.
Hours of sleep have been needed and then appreciated.
I have given thousands of hugs.
Numerous speeches have been prepared and presented.
I have run and swum hundreds of miles.
Songs have been sung and resung, over and over and over and over.

... Etc.

But have any of these things bettered the kingdom of God?

No.

Sad, but true.

So what if I'm not an extroverted, outspoken evangelist?
Or not a servant-oriented type of person?
Or not an anointed worship leader?

I mean, I know better.

I know where my strengths lie, and what my skills and gifts are.

And I should know by now how I can use them to serve my Lord God and benefit His heavenly kingdom... but I don't truly have a full understanding of where He desires me, or what He wants me to be doing.

I can't help but think that there's something not... right. Something that is hindering me from gaining that understanding, that knowledge.

So what's wrong?
What's missing?

How can I make a difference?

Where do I truly belong?