Monday, July 17, 2006


Coffee in one hand, Bible and notebook in another, and my laptop plugged in and waiting for me, I make my way down the narrow steps to my summer room, the side porch that hubby lovingly built for me some years ago. The door is wide open all through the summer months, morning and night. It somehow affords a sense of outdoor living for the season, something to be cherished here in the North Country!

I make the coffee and sip it alone these days. We used to share these moments, but now she is gone and no one else is a morning person. Times do change and some things must be left behind. I really do believe that the reality of time in this world along with the sin in it (and they are related, I believe) are the source of all pain and sorrow. "Life is brutal," said a Christian sister. I feel like such a downer when I express such thoughts, until I read Psalm 90.

"The days of our lives are seventy years; And if by reason of strength they are eighty years, Yet their boast is only labor and sorrow; For it is soon cut off, and we fly away."

"Yet their boast is only labor and sorrow..."
How's that for harsh reality! Talk about a bummer. But the conclusion made is this:

"So teach us to number our days, That we may gain a heart of wisdom."

These are some simple thoughts from a mother watching seasons come and go, seeing children blossom and grow again and again; a woman growing older and wondering where the time has gone as she recounts decades now rather than months and years; a person hoping that she won't be forgotten in this new and later season of life, fearing sometimes that it may be too late to do certain things, having to trust once again in His perfect plan; a daughter of the most High God remembering that nothing matters more than eternity with Him, resolving once again to set my affections on things above and not cling to earthly "stuff and nonsense".

Ah, yes. We come to this place of taking stock of our lives again and again, for varying reasons in varying times; we discover over and over that He alone is worthy, He alone can give eternal life. This world is passing away and the things in it will evaporate like morning mist. Recognizing this is how we "gain a heart of wisdom".

Oh, to be understanding of that, to accept that, and therefore to learn to number my days.

Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.


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