I can't believe I forgot to write my blog. It's still Wednesday so I'm not too late =). I'll have you know, this will be short and sweet...
Before the words you're reading now, I wrote quite a bit, but I had to erase it because I really had no good point. I was reading Ecclesiastes. Is that a depressing book or what? I admit, it's also insightful. Chapter 12 told me there are worse things than forgetting to write my blog. Sometimes I forget about God. I hate to admit something so terrible, but there are days that I don't think about God once. Please tell me I'm not the only one guilty of this...I don't talk about him; I don't read my Bible; I don't even pray the tiniest prayer. Some days are all about me. So pathetic...
This is what Ecclesiastes 12 says:
"Don't let the excitement of youth cause you to forget your Creator. Honor him in your youth before you grow old and says, 'Life is not pleasant anymore.' Remember him before the light of the sun, moon and stars is dim to your old eyes, and rain clouds continually darken your sky. Remember him before your legs--the guards of your house--start to to tremble; and before your shoulders--the strong men--stoop. Remember him before your teeth--your few remaining servants--stop grinding; and before your eyes--the women looking through the windows--see dimly. Remember him before the door to life's opportunities is closed and the sound of work fades. Now you rise at the first chirping of the birds, but then all the sounds will grow faint. Remember him before your become fearful of falling and worry about danger in the streets; before your hair turns white like an almond tree in bloom, and you drag along without energy like a dying grasshopper, and the caperberry no longer inspires sexual desire. Remember him before you near the grave, your everlasting home, when the mourners will week at your funeral. Yes, remember your Creator now while you are young, before the silver cord of life snaps and the golden bowl is broken. Don't wait until the water jar is smashed at the spring and the pulley is broken at the well. For then the dust will return to the earth, and the spirit will return to God who gave it."
It's so powerfully and beautifully put, I can't add a word to it. When reading this, I imagine an old, house-bound woman looking out the window and writing this as a letter to her children and their children. Oh, how my priorities can get so twisted. God should come first. He should be my first thoughts when I wake up and the last thoughts as I lay my head down on my pillow.
Psalms 92:2, "It is good to proclaim your unfailing love in the morning, your faithfulness in the evening."
You know what they say. Money, possessions, things are all renewable resources, time is not. The only way to make the most of what little we have is to let the Lord decide what to do with it. Priorities are often mis-assigned and people do sometimes end up like you said, sitting by a window wishing they had done things differently. Here's hoping that all your readers can avoid making the same mistake you wrote about.
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