Have you ever caught yourself rushing through a day, only to realize at night that you cannot remember most of it? Mornings blur into afternoons. Tasks pile up. Hours vanish. I know this feeling too well. But lately, I have been learning something: time is not just a countdown. It is an invitation. An invitation to see God’s hand in the ordinary, to notice His rhythm in the mundane, and to recognize that every fleeting moment carries eternal weight. Just as canvas reproductions capture a single perfect frame and preserve it forever, God captures each second of our lives, weaving them into something meaningful and beautiful.
The Rhythm God Wrote Into Creation
Long before clocks existed, God established rhythm. Genesis 1:14 — “Let there be lights in the expanse of the sky to separate the day from the night, and let them serve as signs to mark seasons, days, and years.”
Day and night. Seasons and cycles. The earth spins on its axis, creating sunrise and sunset with perfect precision. Science explains the mechanics, but faith reveals the meaning: God built time into creation as a gift, not a burden. Each sunrise whispers His faithfulness. Each season shift speaks of renewal. Time is not ticking against us; it is ticking with divine purpose.
Seasons That Teach Our Souls
Life does not move in straight lines. It moves in seasons. Ecclesiastes 3:1 — “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.”
I used to resist this truth. I wanted constant growth, perpetual joy, endless productivity. But then came a season of waiting, and I learned what Solomon meant. The verses that follow reveal contrasts: a time to plant and uproot, to weep and laugh, to mourn and dance. These are not random mood swings; they are God’s intentional design.
Solomon is not just making poetry. He is revealing truth: God orchestrates seasons with purpose. The waiting seasons are not wasted; they are preparation. The joyful seasons are not accidental; they are blessings. The painful seasons are not punishments; they are refinement. Every season has a reason, even when we cannot yet see it.
Learning to Count What Matters
Moses prayed one of the most piercing prayers in all of Scripture. Psalm 90:12 — “Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.”
Notice he does not say “count our accomplishments” or “measure our success.” He asks God to teach us to number our days. This is about awareness, not anxiety. It is recognizing that our time here is brief, and that brevity makes every moment precious.
I started keeping a small journal. Not to track productivity, but to notice presence. Did I see God today? Did I love well? Did I act with intention? This practice changed everything. Suddenly, ordinary moments became sacred. A conversation with a stranger. A quiet sunrise. A small act of service. When we number our days, we stop wasting them on things that do not matter.
When Waiting Feels Endless
Some seasons move slowly. So slowly it feels like time has stopped. 2 Peter 3:8 — “With the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day.”
God’s sense of time is not like ours. What feels like forever to us is a breath to Him. What seems delayed is often divine timing. I remember waiting through a season of uncertainty, praying for clarity that never seemed to come. But looking back now, I see how God was working in the waiting—building patience, deepening trust, preparing me for what was ahead.
Waiting is not God ignoring you. It is God shaping you. It is the space where faith is tested and refined, where dependence on Him becomes real rather than theoretical.
Joy Hidden in Small Moments
Life’s greatest joys are often the smallest. Psalm 16:11 — “In your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.”
I once walked through a park and watched children play. Their laughter echoed through the trees, pure and unfiltered. For those few minutes, all my worries faded. That was not random happiness; it was God’s joy breaking through an ordinary afternoon.
Joy is not always loud or grand. Sometimes it is a warm cup of coffee in silence. Sometimes it is an unexpected phone call from a friend. Sometimes it is the way light falls through a window at just the right angle. God hides joy in the margins of life, waiting for us to notice.
Nature’s Quiet Lessons
Trees do not rush. Rivers do not stress. Birds do not measure productivity. Yet all of creation moves in perfect rhythm with God’s timing.
One morning, I watched a tree shed its leaves. Slowly, steadily, without resistance. That tree was not dying; it was letting go so new growth could come. Nature understands what we often forget: release is necessary for renewal. Rest is essential for growth. Not every season is for producing; some are for becoming.
Creation follows God’s rhythm without question. Animals migrate when the seasons shift. Flowers bloom when spring arrives. Tides rise and fall with lunar precision. They trust the pattern because they were designed to. So were we.
Small Decisions, Eternal Ripples
Every choice we make, no matter how small, carries weight. Proverbs 3:5-6 — “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.”
I once hesitated to speak a kind word to a coworker. It felt insignificant. But I chose to say it anyway, and that small moment shifted our entire relationship. Kindness opened a door. Connection grew. What seemed like nothing became something.
Life is built from small moments. A decision to pray. A choice to forgive. A moment of patience instead of anger. These seconds accumulate into a legacy. When we submit even the smallest choices to God, He makes our paths straight.
Prayer as a Daily Anchor
Time can feel chaotic, but prayer brings rhythm. 1 Thessalonians 5:17 — “Pray without ceasing.”
Paul is not asking for endless formal prayers. He is inviting us into a posture of continuous awareness—recognizing God’s presence throughout the day. I whisper prayers while washing dishes. I thank Him during my commute. I ask for wisdom before difficult conversations.
These small prayers anchor me. They turn ordinary moments into spiritual ones. They remind me that God is not distant; He is right here, in this very second, walking with me through the mundane and the meaningful alike.
Our Brief and Beautiful Lives
Life is short. James 4:14 — “What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.”
This could sound depressing, but James means it as motivation. Our brevity is not a curse; it is a call to live intentionally. Every breath is borrowed. Every day is a gift. This awareness should not paralyze us—it should awaken us.
I think about the legacy I am building. Not wealth or fame, but love. Faithfulness. Presence. The moments I show up. The times I choose kindness over convenience. The seconds I invest in eternity rather than distraction. That is what lasts when the mist fades.
Turning Tasks Into Worship
Even the smallest actions can become acts of worship. Colossians 3:23 — “Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men.”
I helped a neighbor organize a cluttered closet. It took less than an hour. But in that hour, I served. I loved. I reflected God’s care for the small things. That ordinary task became sacred because it was done with intention.
This changes everything. Folding laundry becomes an act of love. Answering emails becomes a chance to serve well. Even choosing what to wear—perhaps a reminder like drawings of warrior angels on canvas—can become a small moment of worship, grounding your heart in faith before the day begins.
The Legacy We Leave Behind
Every season is a chance to leave a mark. Proverbs 16:3 — “Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and he will establish your plans.”
I try to view every season—busy or quiet, joyful or challenging—as an opportunity to honor God. Not through perfection, but through faithfulness. Not through grand gestures, but through consistent, small acts of obedience.
Legacy is not about fame. It is about fruit. Did I love well? Did I point others toward God? Did I live with purpose, even when no one was watching? These are the questions that matter when time runs out.
Living Fully Present
The present moment is all we truly have. Psalm 31:15 — “My times are in your hands.”
God holds every second. Past, present, and future rest in His grip. This truth frees me from anxiety. I do not need to control time; I only need to trust the One who does.
I take brief pauses throughout my day. A moment to breathe. A second to notice. A pause to thank God for what is right in front of me. These small moments of mindfulness transform ordinary days into purposeful ones.
The Invitation Standing Before You
Time is ticking. But it is not ticking against you—it is ticking with purpose, rhythm, and divine intention. Every season has meaning. Every moment has weight. Every second is an invitation to live fully, love deeply, and trust the One who holds eternity.
Counting the days is not about fear. It is about awareness. It is recognizing that life is brief and beautiful, fleeting and sacred. When we see time through God’s eyes, we stop wasting it. We stop rushing through it. We start living within it—fully present, fully grateful, fully alive.
At God Power Tees, the mission is to weave faith into everyday life through art that reminds us of God’s truth. Yet the greatest reminder is already woven into time itself. Every sunrise. Every season. Every sacred second. They all whisper the same truth: you are held by a timeless God who loves you deeply, walks with you faithfully, and is making all things beautiful in His perfect time.
