“Show me, Lord, my life’s end
and the number of my days;
let me know how fleeting my life is.
You have made my days a mere handbreadth;
the span of my years is as nothing before you.
Everyone is but a breath,
even those who seem secure.”
I’ve been squandering
like the cliché
“there’s no tomorrow”
you would think
have it in hand by now
after two (or was it three?)
near death experiences
but I must be losing my mind
can’t seem to get through
this thick skull of mine
time is short
going faster as a cliché
“of a speeding bullet”
and I believe one day
wish I had spent my time
more wisely, less hiding
take the advice I give so kindly
make each day count
like the un-clichéd Bible
to number my days and
go forth, not in haste
but in wisdom, do all things
my Everlasting Strength.
©5 July 2020
“Am I the only one without inspiration and feeling like a sloth right now?” she asked me.
No, my friend, you’re not.
While we all had grand ideas and visions of us getting things accomplished while going through this time of quarantined life, I believe many of us got so bogged down learning new ways of living, especially with extra people at home all the time, we never got around to making those ideas and dreams become reality.
Even those who had lofty ambitions of getting through their “to be read” piles of books, have had difficulty focusing enough to get through one book.
No, we are not alone in our slothfulness. But we do need to be aware of it and find ways to combat it in our lives.
Today I tried to do my day without having a quiet time. I got up later than I wanted/meant to and decided I would spend time with Jesus later.
You guessed it. Nothing went right from the get-go. I even wound up having to take an emergency trip to Office Depot for an ink cartridge for my printer, which of course, was not at all in my plans today.
I think the key to making each day count is making sure Jesus is our first love. Making sure we are seeking Him and putting God first in our lives. This doesn’t mean our days will be perfect and nothing is going to go amiss, but it will help us from feeling like we totally blew it when we keep our focus on Jesus.
There are too many days I just take for granted. I forget God is breathing His breath into my lungs and giving me a chance to live for Him that day. I forget to love Him with all I have.
God is not going to force Himself on me. He’s not going to bug me until I pay attention to Him every minute of the day like an unattended child. No, God patiently waits for me to come to Him and when I do, He wraps me in His arms and loves me.
From My Heart to Yours,
Thank you to Samuel Girven, David Clode, and Sheri Hooley for your pictures on www.unsplash.com
Amen. I pray I will put God first in each moment.
Great reminders, Marcie! These are challenging days.
Thank you for your transparency Marcie Girl. I know many of us can relate to this.