Earlier this week our six year old granddaughter announced that she had counted up to 100 all by herself,鈥� and I鈥檓 not sure who was more proud: she, her parents or I. In any case her pronouncement reminded me of the significance of numbers and, consequently, of time.
In my musings on her observation I realized that each day I have the opportunity to utilize 1,440 minutes. I鈥檝e also got seven days this and every week. Each of these 聽minutes, days and weeks add up to nearly 8,800 hours in a year. Somehow that seems a lot more significant that simply checking my watch every once in a while.
It was interesting, then, that our pastor鈥檚 sermon this morning dealt with the matter of the uncertainty of 鈥渢omorrow鈥�. We can make all sorts of plans concerning our financial, social and family futures but the working out of those strategies is often beyond our control. On the lighter (or duller) side of things, we West Coast dwellers can probably expect rain and wind for the next ten days based on meteorologists鈥� forecasts.
In all my ramblings, I鈥檓 going somewhere with this. We can鈥檛 control the weather, and even if we could, individual preferences and priorities would result in as mixed a bag as we already have. So it is in life; good things happen, so do bad things but in all that, we still are responsible to choose our attitude.
Each day is an opportunity to truly live. Sobering but exciting stuff. My today, tomorrow and every day鈥檚 prayer is that I would fill those minutes, days and weeks with the things that really count.
鈥溾�nstead you ought to say, 鈥業f the Lord wills, we shall live and do this or that鈥欌�� (James 4:13-17)
PS: Granddaughter would be proud of my ability to calculate such numbers.
