“The years of our life are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty; yet their span is but toil and trouble; they are soon gone, and we fly away. So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.”Psalm 90:10, 12


Seventy years…maybe eighty.
If that’s all I have, seventy years, I’m almost a third done with my life.
Seventy years…three hundred and sixty-five days in a year.
Twenty-five thousand, five hundred and sixty seven days in a lifetime.
How many days do you have left?

David, man after God’s own heart, prays that God will teach us to number our days…for that is wisdom. It is wisdom to know, to be aware, to see each moment as precious…as a gift. And each passing day is another gift, another opportunity to bring glory to the Giver of Life.

I look at the number of my days…
I look at the speed with which life is passing me by…
I look at the greatness of our calling…
…and I ache to make my life count for more.

But often, I ache and I desire and I dream big dreams of serving God and people, and then I move on to the next thing on my to do list and the dreams get lost and the passion seems pointless. Yet something deep inside me screams that this is not how it is meant to be.

There must be a way to live each moment in a worthy way. There must be a way that those moments could add up to something great and glorious in the sight of God.

And that’s just it…
The number of my days, the number of my moments, they add up.
But what are they adding up to?

If I don’t stop and plan and evaluate and prioritize my days will add up to a clean house and a “decent” life. But I want me days and hours and minutes to add up to so much more.

And my breath catches hard and my heart pulls tight in my chest with the strain of making my minutes count. But the way to make them count, to make them add up to glory, isn’t through my own strain and work. It’s through Him.

I have to surrender those moments to Him and His plan. I have to seek Him first and last and every minute in between because He is the one it’s all about anyways. So I let go and breathe in deep…deep of Him, over and over and over, praying that my I breathing in of Him will allow me to breathe out glory to Him.

And if He is the purpose, the purpose behind my grocery shopping and my cooking and my house cleaning and my coffee dates and my late night strolls downtown with my husband, then my minutes will add up for Him and not for me. So I’m counting my minutes and trying to get rid of wasted minutes and trying to fill minutes with being filled by Him and asking that He will pour out through me in every other minute and begging that somehow the days of my life will add up to a life that brings Him glory.

Will you join me?


Be blessed

{This post is part of my 31 day series called “Breathe” that I am linking up with The Nester for this October writing project}

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