We live in a house not too far from the road, and from our window, we can see the traffic lights clearly. Red. Yellow. Green. Over and over again. They keep going—day or night, rain or shine, whether the streets are buzzing with life or completely still.
One day, my kids noticed it.
“Mommy, even in the middle of the night, the lights are still changing!”
And they were right.
The lights don’t stop.
They don’t wait for applause.
They don’t need anyone’s permission to function.
They just do what they were made to do—regulate traffic—whether anyone notices or not.
For some reason, that observation really stayed with me. It reminded me of how God set the world in motion. This man-made system is modeled after something far greater—God’s order. His systems are faithfully and quietly at work. Day and night alternate. The seasons shift. Seedtime and harvest roll on—just like He promised in Genesis 8:22.
It’s humbling to realize that while so much in life feels unpredictable, time remains steady. Life keeps moving. Whether we’re ready or not. Whether we’re making the most of it or just drifting through.
And the truth is, there are things we can’t change—seasons we didn’t see coming, mistakes we wish we could undo, detours we didn’t plan for. But one thing we can do? Make the most of what’s ahead.
What if we stopped waiting for the “perfect time” and just started stewarding the time we already have? What if we took the little moments, the quiet seasons, even the in-between stretches—and treated them like sacred ground?
I’ve been learning that consistency matters—even when no one’s clapping. Like that traffic light, you may not always be seen, appreciated, or understood—but if you keep showing up, doing what you were created to do, there’s purpose in that.
And while I can’t control time, I can choose how I show up in it.
What if we lived like that traffic light?
What if we kept going—not because someone’s watching, but because we know there’s a purpose for everything?
What if we made peace with the fact that we may not always be celebrated—and just kept doing what we were made to do?
Not in a hustle-hard kind of way, but in a live-purposefully kind of way.
Maybe you’re in a season of waiting. Or a season of healing. Maybe you’re deep in motherhood, in work, or even in figuring-it-all-out mode.
Whatever it is—life is still moving.
Here’s something I’m sitting with today:
What’s one area of my life that’s been running on autopilot lately?
What would redeeming the time look like in that space—starting now?
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