Teach us to number
our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. –Psalm 90:12 (NIV)
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How often I wondered…how weird it was when in many
occasions, I would happen to glance at the clock.
Either my wristwatch. The
clock in the oven. In the microwave. The small clock on top of the fireplace.
Even the clock on the bedside table… Or if I was driving in my car…
It would read:
3:33
2:22
5:55
4:44
Or even 1:11
My heart wanted to know…Was there a meaning to all of that?
For I was one that never believed in coincidences. I knew how time went fast. Each day.
Gaining more hours on my hands since being demoted at my
workplace, it gave me more contentment to realize that pursuing life’s fancies
was a waste. Rather, those things the eyes couldn’t see should be the things I
should seek after. I knew…I couldn’t count the days it took to create both good
and bad memories. Or all of those achievements and failures that occurred on
particular days of my life. For none of those mattered.
I believe…each storm we learn to weather not only make us
stronger in character…but also helps us be weaned from this place. Oh that…may
God number my days to help me realize how short truly life is…
So, those numbers from the face of the clock perhaps were
trying to tell me something anyway…
That there is really
no mystery behind each hand of the clock…
So that I may think how I spent each minute of each day…
To help me count how often I noticed on the other hand, how
good truly God is…
To fear Him…Seek Him in each passing seconds… To know Him
and gain wisdom from Him…
To mourn the past where my flesh sinned…
To bring to the cross when I taint my soul and spirit each day...
And to rejoice the new “me” in Christ…
