My dad loves food. Like an artist with a pallet of colors he scans the table and decides what belongs on his plate. Before the first bite is taken he carefully parts his potato and lavishly bathes it in butter, salt and pepper. Patiently, diligently he carves succulent steak into delectable bites. Green beans are smothered with butter and seasonings. Broiled bread is rebuttered and topped with mounds of strawberry jam. Finally, the artist is ready to view his work. Bravissimo! The masterpiece is complete. The bite is savored. Contentment spreads across his face. And he begins what we have just finished . . Dinner. That’s the way it is with us and our time. Too often we say, “I know I should do it but I don’t have the time.” I want to pray. But . . . I don’t have the time. I want to read the scriptures. But . . . I don’t have the time. I want to spend time with my family. But, I don’t have the time. But here’s the bottom line . . . We make time for what matters. We scan the options of our day, and we decide what to put on our plate. No one does it for us. We do it. The problem is that often we forget who’s in charge. Absolutely no one but my dad is going to decide what belongs on that palatable plate. And he alone will decide how and when he is going to devour every delicious bite. That’s how much control we have over our time. We decide. We decide what. We decide how. We decide when. But when we forget to decide . . time manages us, because we failed to manage time. As Christians we have an amazing meal planner available to us. The Holy Spirit. Each morning He hopes we’ll sit long enough to talk with Him about what belongs on our plate and what doesn’t. Each morning He hopes we’ll follow His meal plan, not ours. Each morning He hopes we’ll be His Kingdom builders waiting for “Bravissimo! The masterpiece is complete!” Help us, Lord, to hear Your heart as we plan our day. Free us for joyful obedience. We adore You, O Christ, now and forever.