Our days may come to seventy years,
    or eighty, if our strength endures;
yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow,
    for they quickly pass, and we fly away. Psalm 90:10

For years I have heard the expression “the days are long and arduous – but the years go quickly.” And certainly that is true. It’s only recently that the nuance of this term has begun to register.

It seems like yesterday that . . . . . you know. School. Girlfriend (boyfriend). Marriage. Work. Children. And. . . . and here we are. A dear friend of mine recently lost his wife and he said to me “I wish the pastor had said when we were married that we should each be prepared – to lose the other – as the years go on.” And certainly that’s true. The years go quickly. . . . .

Part of the message here is that each day is a gift. And each day should be appreciated for what it is. A new chance to live. Make a difference. And each morning, as our eyes open, we yawn, check the clock and get up to trot down the hall – we might say . . . . “thank you Lord for this new day” . . . and for me — I then stretch, get up . . . and go make the coffee. . .