A person’s days are determined; You have decreed the number of his months and have set limits he cannot exceed.
I turned the wooden block calendar over and watched the squares and rectangles tumble out. Something about the feel of numbers and names of months in my hands to be arranged and replaced in the holder is a tangible reminder that another year is in the books and a new one has begun.
My son gave me the calendar years ago and I use it every day. It’s on my desk at work. Some days I change it to the next day as I leave work, especially if I’ll be out of the office – a clue to those who come to visit. Most days I leave it and change it the next morning, never wanting to assume on the Lord’s provision of another day. For we are not guaranteed another sunrise. Each one is a gift from God, and I need to be reminded to see it that way. To see every dawn as an opportunity to serve Him by serving those around me, not as an unfinished to-do list or a set of problems or a continuing remodel.
He numbers our days, has known them for each of us since He knit us together in our mother’s womb. Our job is to let Him teach us how to live out each one fully, abundantly, expectant at His return. Working not like those with ‘short-timers’ – content to know He is coming back and we’ll be done with this life – but like those who have much to accomplish and only a short time in which to complete the task. Turning the page of each day thoughtfully, with intention, with thanksgiving.