It seems like pretty much my whole life I’ve wished that I could slow down time. Especially since becoming a mother. Don’t you just want to press the pause button when you see how fast the littles are growing up? Well, most of the time anyway.
Add to that, the fact that there never seem to be enough hours in the day. So many boxes to check on my myriad to-do lists, so many books I plan to read – or finish. So many projects relegated to the “someday” pile. And all the while, the days, the years, are slipping away.
Sometimes it keeps me awake at night. Worrying over things left undone. Anxious about what wasn’t done just right.
Maybe Definitely because of this, I have loved Psalm 90 for as long as I can remember. The title of this particular chapter in my Bible is The Eternal God & Mortal Men, and it never ceases to comfort and encourage my heart when I can step back and remember things from an eternal perspective.
From everlasting to everlasting, You are God.
An ongoing prayer of mine is that I would learn to “number my days,” like it says in verse 12 …
Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
A prayer to truly number my days in the right way. To stop the hurry and the worry and the striving after unattainable “perfection” – whether it’s a “perfect” appearance, family, house, schedule, meal plan, career, or any of the million other things vying for position.
Instead, to put the Lord first, and trust Him with the rest.
P.S. On a fun sidenote, I’m loving Instagram & the way I’m able to record snapshots of my fleeting days semi-regularly. Look me up (hopeink) if you’ve discovered it too :)