The saying goes, "Time flies when you're having fun." My feeling is that time flies whether you're having fun or not. It hit me full in the face in church yesterday when my child of 14 dismissed us in peace. And he did it right after singing one of my most favorite hymns, but one I can NEVER sing without crying - Borning Cry. I knew it was coming, and I could barely sing even the first verse. When it was time for him to go up front, Drew said he looked at me and my eyes were red with tears. I feel them welling up in me now. Sheryl told me in Sunday school that I no longer had a little boy - my baby has grown up. Many of you are experiencing the same thing....time flying.
I have also been contemplating the arrival of yet another birthday. I survived the big 50 - and am fast approaching 51. Do I feel older? YES! Do I feel wiser? I don't know. What I do know is that every day is precious. Heck, every moment is precious. Am I living that? No, not as I should. Life tends to weigh us down with troubles, and we have such a difficult time seeing over them. That hymn that I have such a hard time singing, reminds us that God is there with us through it all - birth, baptism, childhood, waywardness, wonders, praising, marriage, middle ages and the evening time of our lives. Do I recognize His presence in my life?
For my New Year's Day devotion, I randomly opened my Bible to Ecclesiastes 11:1, "Cast your bread upon the waters, for after many days you will find it again." Two of my study Bibles say that this verse is all about taking risks, living life, seizing opportunities - we can't wait for everything to be perfect before we step out because that time will NEVER come. I think that's what living life to the full is all about - hearing God's voice, feeling His presence and "casting your bread" as He directs you. I encourage you (and myself at the same time) to look for God's presence in your life TODAY and live it to the full TODAY. Cast your bread upon the waters! There's no time like today because time is flying.
Love in Christ,