Time. It may be the only resource that we’re all given in equal measure: exactly 24 hours each day, no more, no less. The number of the days given to each of us will be different, certainly, but the concept we call “time” is unquestionably egalitarian.

The Bible has a lot to say about time, and we’ve spent the month of August pondering the words of the psalmist:

“LORD, remind me how brief my time on earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered—how fleeting my life is. You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand. My entire lifetime is just a moment to you; at best, each of us is but a breath.” —Psalm 39:4-5

We hope you’ll enjoy each of the following unique reflections on TIME. 

Come Play With Me

Catherine & Henry Miller


Sometimes I find it hard to clean house
the motivation isn’t there
Dishes sit for days and food gets crusty in the pan
And I can’t find my kids’ clean underwear

Sometimes my eyes and arms feel heavy
my pillow calls me back to bed
The children keep on waking up and interrupting sleep
I wish they were at Grandma’s house instead

But then I feel some tiny fingers
Grabbing at my sleeve
My child pleads,
Mommy, come play with me

Come play with me,
Let’s run outside,
Hold my hand and chase the butterflies

Let’s don our capes
and save the day
My heart feels happy when we play

Sometimes I feel like I’m a shuttle bus
Driving kids to their activities
I tell myself they need to have enrichment while they’re young
The truth is they just want time with me


These days are tiring, but they’re fleeting
I feel it when I buy you bigger shoes
We only have so many years together ‘till you’re grown
Next time you ask, I know what I will choose


Come on and play
Come on and play
Come play with me

Thinking about Psalm 39 and Time, we were reminded about how fleeting our time is with our children. Parenting can be oh so difficult. There are many days when the joy can be hard to find, as any parent can tell you. But when I remember that our most precious commodity is our time with each other, I remember what a precious gift this life really is and it helps frame my perspective about how to find joy in this journey with my family.

Mother Time

Suzanna Winton

As I painted my subject, Mother Time, I considered the amount of time she must have spent here on earth and the amount of wisdom she must have gained. During this Quarantine Time, I’ve had a lot of time to think about the  time and its many meanings. I’ve had times when time seemed to drag by slowly. Like a kid waiting for Christmas to come, or a child to be born, or waiting for something hard to be over with. I’ve also had times when time passes too quickly, seeming to fly by. For instance, when my schedule is too busy, or my child was growing too quickly and I wanted time to slow down to savor every moment. But when I consider all the time I’ve had, whether it was good or bad, fast or slow, I am thankful for every minute of it and the many lessons I’ve learned and wisdom gained. All of our time here is a precious gift from God and we must use it wisely.



Macie Jane Jones


Macie Jane’s watercolor of a clock and two hands because our time is in His hands.

A Crucial Ingredient

Angela Jones

video & reflection

Along with what seems like half of my social media feed, I have learned to bake bread during the pandemic. Like an artist working through things on a canvas or a musician processing through composition, the process of baking allows me to pray, process, and create with my hands and I have been amazed at the revelations the Lord has given me while baking. 

Unlike cookies or cupcakes, the process of baking bread requires more patience than I’m used to. The moments of active work are tiny compared to the minutes or even hours of rising and rest and proofing for the dough. 

Time is a crucial ingredient in bread. It is time more than anything that allows the flavors of the ingredients to develop. It is time that allows the dough to grow into a satisfying loaf. It is time that allows texture to form. Without time, the end product will be lacking in flavor, size, and the texture will be off.

My life feels like it’s been a 30 year process of shaping me into a loaf of bread. At times I have been mixed, kneaded, folded and stretched. It’s hard, sometimes painful and always uncomfortable. But those seasons are always followed by rest and it’s in the rest that I learn, I grow and I become more of the woman that God has created me to be. Creating a habit and discipline of intentional weekly rest has been far more important in forming me than any work I do throughout the week. Allowing myself to accept the invitation to quiet my life and my heart before the Lord has helped me develop a deeper understanding of Him and His love for me. Like dough rising, it has allowed me to develop and grow in ways I never thought possible. It has allowed me to see the Lord’s work and care for me in the more difficult seasons of life, to the point that I can confidently echo the words in Psalm 31:14-15a

“But I trust in You Lord; I say, ‘You are my God.’ My times are in your hands.”


Amanda Trautman


When I first decided to draw a picture for Time, I thought of a timeline. My picture shows a timeline for the most important parts of time.

Life at the cardinal and dying in the ordinal 

Carol Kelso

Ordinals: Dead leaves represent the dying progression as we age toward the outer circle of life. 
Cardinals: Green leaves represent life and growth at the beginning of our time on the earth. 

Train Up a Child 

Melissa McMillan

When I saw that this month’s gallery theme was TIME, these are the photos and verse that came to my mind: “Train up a child in the way they should go…”
The first photo is about 1991, and the second one is from 2020.

One Word is an artistic endeavor of Trinity Anglican Church. On the first Friday of every month, we will debut an online gallery “scroll” on a particular theme. To read more about this effort and see our next word, click here