I do struggle so with this concept called time which has only been exacerbated while in Georgia when we took mom back to her home town of Columbus. Columbus and Phenix City are separated only by a river but each is in a different state and time zone. As you drive along the River the car clock keeps changing between central and eastern time automatically.
In that vein, Russell has been gone 1,000 days today – one thousand days – what does that mean??? I cannot wrap my mind around it, therefore, it all activated my psychosis about time. We had a long courtship (2,192 days – half the time he’s been gone). We were married for 11,047 days. He was a dominating force in my life for 13,248 days (not really, that number continues to build daily). Ryan had a dad for 7,611 days and Paxton 6,340 days.
I’m so grateful for EVERY ONE OF THOSE DAYS. But yet have a mini panic attack thinking about the day that the biggest number is that number of days he’s been gone. Will it feel like forever or a snap – the answer is yes!
So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom. Return, O Lord! How long? Have pity on your servants! Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love, that we may rejoice and be glad in our days.
Psalm 90:12
I pray for a heart of wisdom that in His steadfast love I may rejoice and be glad in all of my days!! Living in the confidence that my days are numbered and facing each with the renewed conviction that each day IS the first day of the rest of my life.
the psv 