Don't be fooled, time is short and precious!

Psalms 90:12 So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.
Ephesians 5:16 ...redeeming the time because the days are evil.
Ecc. 3:17 ...."a time for every purpose"
James 4:13-15 Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go into such and such a town and spend a year there and trade and make a profit”— yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. Instead you ought to say, “If the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that.”

As we enter a New Year, remember the one constant true for everyone, rich or poor, male or female: each of us is given 8,760 hours in a Gregorian calendar year. That is, 1,440 minutes a day, or 525,600 minutes a year. Sounds like a lot, yet have you noticed how time flies these days?

Personally, I can't find enough hours in a day to accomplish all that I want to. When I was younger, I had all the time in the world. These days its rate of passage is just short of astonishing. It seems, for example, like yesterday, that 9/11 happened. It's been 21 years. Kids entering the army now weren't even born yet!

And time is one thing we cannot recapture once lost. Are we behaving like we have all the time in the world? We don't, and it was always an illusion to think otherwise. Time is precious. A heart of wisdom will rightly value the limited and uncertain portion allotted and will make the most of it.

Seize the day. Discover the purpose for the time. The Lord will guide and empower you to live meaningfully and fruitfully, even as if today is the last day of your life; (it actually could be). If you need to, repent. If you need to, reconcile; don't wait. Pray for the Lord's economy in your use of time. You'll be amazed at the ways He inspires, arranges, and invests your time with His wonderful purposes. Every minute of your life will be assessed according to His value. So make the most of it...

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