Each day turns like a page in a book we didn’t write, yet we’re living every word.
Days, like pages packed with stories, offer a mixture of information and emotion. Moods shift between the nouns and verbs, and paragraphs pulse with laughter—until, suddenly, the tone turns.
New lines bring a sudden burst of sorrow. The laughter becomes tears. And the reader waits. Waits a little. Waits a little longer. Waits even longer for the next change.
Commas pause in their places.
Periods bring moments to a stop.
A conversation might sneak in—or jump in. A long sentence makes a sudden turn after traveling the straight street just a little too long. Disruption meets rhythm.
More words come. Again and again, not at our choosing, but at time’s. Scenes—expected and unexpected—arrive with no warning. People, places, things declare their actions.
Verbs surprise us, don’t they? Glancing at our expectations, then leaping beyond them.
Some pages we return to often—familiar moments we can’t help but reread. Others we nearly skip—glanced over, forgotten, or too heavy to linger on.
Some chapters we try to revise in our minds, though the words are already written. And in the blank spaces between sentences, silence often says more than sound.
Margins hold quiet reflections. Memories tucked into the whitespace like notes passed in secret. We underline what matters, though not everything we mark will matter tomorrow.
The story keeps unfolding.
So do we.
Isn’t that how mornings arrive and then shift throughout the day—as time turns us through the pages of herself?
Stages.
Tempo.
Expectations.
Disruptions.
And night falls. Each day, its own chapter. Each moment, a sentence in the story of time.
And here we are—turning pages,
becoming the very words we read.
I have really been considering the meaning of time recently. There has been so much change in my life, and I am trying to figure out how I will look at it all. The more I think about this life, the more I realize everyhting is meaningless. God did not have to use us in His plan for this earth, yet He centers it around our well being. He chose to use us. I want to chose Him.
Time can be hard for me to comprehend sometimes. It can go by quickly and slowly depending on the circumstances. God wants us to live a life filled with Him and enjoy the blessings He has graciously given us. The flesh means nothing when God’s timing means everything. We get to choose how we spend our time, and I pray that I continue to spend most of my time with Him as He spends all His time with us.
As the first semester of my second year of college has already flown by, time has been something that seems so out of my control it often creates worry. Not being able to live in the moment, because I’m fearing that the moment might pass. I try and try to feel like I’m in control but time keeps going. I have to give control up to the Author and Perfecter. To read and discover the story he already wrote, instead of trying so hard to write it myself.
“Each day turns like a page in a book we didn’t write, yet we’re living every word.” I can’t even go past that first sentence. Truly, so much can change in a day, so much more than we realise. I read someone say one time that isn’t it funny that it seems that Nothing really changes day to day, but when we look back a year from now, everything has changed? Thank you, Lord, for a blessing of a new day. May God continue to write my story.
This is a great thread Pastor Chris, really made me think about recently I have been viewing life like how I used to write work and papers. I often struggle not writing a bunch of fluff to make the word count but rather emphasize the main points. Here recently the pages in my book have been feeling like fluff because I’m so excited for the next season and I’m grateful for where I’ve come from but I don’t want this middle part of fluff that sometimes I quite frankly ask the Lord what is this season for, what am I doing here, why are you putting me through this, what am I supposed to be learning or how will this help me when I get to the next page of where I want to be.
this blog reminds me how art can turn something ordinary a day, a sentence into a metaphor for consciousness. You’ve captured that quiet miracle: to live is to read and to be read.Emotionally, it feels gentle but profound. There’s comfort in the acceptance it carries that’s not every page will be joyful or peaceful.
As this semester ends, I have been reflecting a lot on how I spent my time this semester. Time is such a strange thing- we’re always looking forward to something and then we’re wishing we can turn back the time and reliving something all at the same time. This semester, God has encouraged me to just take one day at a time and to take in as much as I can within every given moment. God shows up even in the small moments and in the small details and I have been able to see him in so many aspects when I am focused in only the moment.