We had a very nice January…and then I turned around and it was March! February is the shortest month of the year so I expect it to go fast. But to disappear with so little accomplished?
Steven Cloud wrote a very interesting little essay about a year of time. ” As we look forward to 2011 we see a block of time. We see 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days, 8,760 hours, 525,600 minutes, 31,536,000 seconds. Each second is a gift. We have done nothing to deserve it, earn it or purchase it. Like the air we breathe, time comes to us as a part of life. The gift of time is not ours alone. It is given equally to each person. Rich and poor, educated and ignorant, strong or weak, healthy or sick–every man, woman and child has the same twenty-four hours every day.” He goes on to remind us that we can not stop time, slow it down, adjust it, or bring it back as it marches on. “Once it is gone, it is gone. Yesterday is lost forever. If yesterday is lost, tomorrow is uncertain. We may look ahead at a full year’s block of time, but we really have no guarantee that we will experience any of it.” Looking back at my lost February, I agree that we can waste it, or spend it on ourselves. I could look back and worry over it or mourn its loss. OR I could look back and celebrate the good things that happened, despite my lack of planning and vow to be a good steward of the remaining months of 2011 and invest in them.
You’re right. Celebrate. Did good things happen? Were you healthy? Were you able to breathe comfortably? Did you have enough food to eat? Enjoy good times with family or friends? Did you learn anything? If so, then yes, it was a gift – something to be thankful for & something to celebrate.
Bob just read “the present future” by Reggie McNeal, who said something to the effect that we needn’t plan so much, but instead that to think in terms of preparing for what the LORD brings. He said that a surfer can’t plan the big wave, but he can prepare for it. I’ve been mulling that one over in my mind. Sounds like being led (blown) by the wind of the Spirit.
quite sobering. Too sobering
when I start thinking too much…it makes me want to just stop, sit and play with the grandchildren and totally let them take my mind and emotions and heart and just enjoy the moment!