“So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.” (Psalm 90:12)

I have been thinking a lot lately about numbering my days with my children.  About gaining wisdom in order to see through the long hours so that I may live intentionally and enjoy fully the short years.

I know this isn’t a new idea, but life is short.

Really short.

And in an instant it can become shorter than we thought it would be.

I am not necessarily talking about death, but how much faster time goes by than I ever realized it would.  My oldest will be 10 this year and I have been punched with the realization that whether I commit to each day or not, life will still push forward. And if I am not paying attention, it will swirl past me and I will wake up one day with an empty house.

A childless house.

A quiet house.

The house I long for some days when the hours are just creeping too slow.

But it’s not the house I want to wake up to one day and wonder where all of the time went.  I don’t want to wake up to a pile of “I should haves” each morning, or thoughts of wishing I would have seen what I had when it was in front of me.  Yes, what is in front of me is loud.  Messy.  Testing.  Whiny.  Defiant.  Exhausting. Chaotic.  But in the middle of the storm, there is the calm.

The abundance that Christ paid for.

There is love.  Laughter.  Joy.  Silliness.  Fun.  Adventure.  Snuggles.  Bedtime stories.  Wonder.  Awe.  There is goodness all around.  And that is where I am keeping my eyes and where I am trying to stay.  In the calm.  Because when I can focus on the calm, instead of the storm, I can see life for what it really is.

It is good.

It is meaningful.  

It is so much shorter than it feels in testing moments.

When I am able to keep my gaze upon Christ, I am able to live fully day by day with intention and purpose.  I am able to see that an imperfect hour does not dictate the rest to come.  Defeat stands behind me, even when I flounder, when I choose to see Christ instead of flaws.

I am able to look at my children and know that the desires of my heart are only fulfilled by delighting in the Lord (Psalm 37:4).  My desires are to cultivate love, belonging, victory, endurance, passion, and righteousness in my children.  And this can only happen if I learn to number my days.  If I can learn to delight in being intentional and delight in enduring to fix my eyes on the abundance of the day at hand, instead of focusing on the storm of chaos swirling around.

Life truly is what we choose to see and what we choose to do with it.  Each minute, each hour, each day is a choice.  To say yes or say no.  To get caught in the grip of the world’s life, or to be given freedom in Christ’s life.

Either way it is short.

Shorter than it feels.

And none of us were given children, husbands, friends, or opportunities to one day look back and say, “Where did all of the time go?”

Lord, I pray that we would learn to number our days and that you would fall upon us with intention and purpose.  That you would restore the weary and lift up the righteous.  I pray that we as parents, as friends, as co-workers would fall on our knees and seek your wisdom to establish the vision you have given us, so that we may be bold enough to pass your goodness to others. That our gaze would be upon Christ so that our steps would be firmly planted in the calm- in the abundance you have for us.  Thank you Lord, for all that we have, and all that is to come.  Amen.


“So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.” (Psalm 90:12)

“Be very careful how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity.” (Ephesians 5:15-16)

“For from him and through him and to him are all things. To him be glory forever. Amen.” (Romans 11:36)


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