After we set all of our clocks back this past weekend, we got to see how much time has an impact on us. We had to take the time to change our clocks in which we base our entire day off of. We had to comfort grumpy kids who felt like it was way past their bed time & we felt like we got a little more time in our day. Our worlds are guided by the numbers on a clock and the limited hours in a day. And that’s ok. But there’s one thing that time has no control over & no influence on and that is the changes we hope to see our lives & in the world. Now that, that is all us.

They say time changes everything, but really it doesn’t. Life changes everything. Time changes us. It changes people. And we take it from there. We make changes that we hope will be exactly what we needed at that particular moment in our lives. But time didn’t make losing a leg any more ok today than the day I lost it. I made it ok. I chose to not let it change me or my life any more than it had to. I changed because my situation changed. Both on the inside & on the outside. If I had to wait for time to heal this wound, I would still be waiting. It might have physically healed from a medical standpoint, but emotionally, that’s another story. Time doesn’t heal big struggles. We shift & change the bandages & take the necessary precautions to help prevent it from happening again. We learn & we grow & we heal. We heal because we have a will to let our wound heal. Because we don’t want to have to live with a bleeding heart the rest of our lives. So we force ourselves to mend the wound. Not erase it. Not forget about it. But mend it in such a way that it’s still there but growing is still an option. And if you ask me, that doesn’t sound half bad. Because we don’t want to forget where we’ve been but we also don’t want our past to inhibit our future. So a scar of our own making is the best of both worlds.

Daylight savings time is the perfect example of what I’m trying to say here. We were given an extra hour, an empty slot that we could fill as we saw fit. We did that. We used it to catch up on laundry or to catch up on our shows or to catch a nap or to do anything that we would do if we got one more hour in our day. This was our chance. And it comes once a year. We might not have control over how quickly time comes & goes but we do have control over what we do with it. Over what magic we create or wound we choose to heal. It’s not everyday that you’re given an extra minute or hour so we must chose wisely when we are. We must seize the day and not let it slip through our fingers waiting for the moments we want to happen. Because magic doesn’t happen without effort. Without will. So today I need you to choose to fight. To make that effort. To change the dressing on your own personal wound so that you are ready to face any battle that comes before you today. Because we don’t get to choose all of our battles and that can cause damages deeper than the human eye can see. But that doesn’t mean losing is inevitable or even an option. Guys fight in wars everyday with one leg and/or thoughts & images we could never even dream of. And that’s because they choose to fight. They choose to not wait on time but instead make people wonder how they got all of that accomplished in 24 hours time. Don’t you want to be that person? The one who doesn’t check their watch every hour but instead made the watch apart of the big picture. Because the finished puzzle is always better than one individual piece. And I need you to remember that.

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