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In Between Times


I have been traveling and back and forth between time zones this week.  I woke up today in Central Time and will be going home to Mountain.  My brain has had to shift to figure out if I'm early for a conference or late. 

I giggled to myself, "I'm in between times. Without a time. I am going to have to get used to this."  Then, I'm speechless.  How true this is.

My brain is trying to function on one time, while my heart is locked on another.   God has such a way of speaking truth to my heart. 

My brain always follows my heart.  My heart cries out to Him in all of its mess and glory and truth.  My brain gets caught up in the day to day distractions.  

 I am truly in between times.  

Between now and then.  Between temporary and eternal.  My heart is wide open even if my brain still stuck on time.

I hope this is as encouraging for you this morning as it is for me.  

We are between times and within the hands of Him who is outside of time and in all times!
"Consequently, you are no longer foreigners and  
strangers, but fellow citizens with God’s people and 
also members of his household." Eph. 2:19

"For our citizenship is in heaven, from which also 
we eagerly wait for a Savior, the Lord Jesus 
Christ; who will transform the body of our humble  
state into conformity with the body of His glory, by 
the  exertion of the power that He has even to subject 
all things to Himself." Philippians 3:20



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