Mothers for Prodigals

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Living Wisely

So teach us to number our days,
That we may present to You a heart of wisdom.  Psalm 90:12 (NASB)

I recently celebrated my birthday, giving thanks to God for another year. My special day began in the stillness of the pre-dawn hours. My lips uttered praise as my mind focused on Jesus. Prayer brought me into the Lord’s presence. A devotional led me to His Word. And I reflected upon my days on earth. 

Reading ‘teach us to number our days’ from the ninetieth psalm awoke me to the realization of wasted days. Oh Lord, I try to live for you, but sometimes my self-centeredness interferes with your ways. I choose what benefits me instead of following your will. Minutes turn into hours which turn into days. Suddenly I’m aware of a fleeting life.

We all are like vapor—here for a moment then gone. We are mortal. God is immortal. Our days are numbered. So far mine are approximately 22,710. Only my everlasting Father knows the amount of days I have left on earth. Whether I’m allowed twenty more years or one more day doesn’t matter. What matters is the life I lead in the moment. Am I serving my Lord and Savior?

Our existence on earth barely registers when compared to eternity. Still our lives matter. How are we living out our days? In righteousness or sinfulness? With compassion or self-absorption? Whether one day or many, numbering our days with wisdom is key.

Lord, teach us to number our days wisely…..

  • To love like Jesus
  • Be fair, kind, merciful
  • And walk humbly with God

What are you doing with your days? Are you serving God through the life you lead moment by moment? Or are you self-serving, fulfilling selfish desires, forgetting the God who created you, who loves you, and who desires a relationship with you?

Life may end tomorrow or in the distant future. We haven’t a clue when, but we can mark our remaining days with wisdom. Choose to live each day in the will of the Lord your God. Serve Him well. The number of your days will have been well spent.

The voice says, “Shout!”

“What shall I shout?” I asked.

“Shout that man is like the grass that dies away, and all his beauty fades like dying flowers. The grass withers, the flower fades beneath the breath of God. And so it is with fragile man. The grass withers, the flowers fade, but the word of our God shall stand forever.”  Isaiah 40:6-8 (TLB)

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