A Surprising Thanksgiving Reflection
I trust you enjoyed a restful Thanksgiving. We spent time with Verna's family in Orlando, Florida. You may recall I enjoy reflecting upon a single passage during these breaks in my routine. I landed on Psalm 39 for this Thanksgiving break. I wasn't sure why Father led me there...then it became clear.
Father remind me how brief my time on earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered and that my life is fleeing away. My life is no longer than the width of my hand. An entire lifetime is just a moment to you. Human existence is but a breath. We are merely shadows and all our busy rushing ends in nothing. We heap up wealth for someone else to spend. And so Father, where do I put my hope? My only hope is in you. Rescue me from my rebellion. (Psalm 39:4-7 - NLT)
Even for a melancholy like me this felt a bit morbid for Thanksgiving. I almost moved to another passage. But I lingered...
But with each day I began to see the words as a surprising invitation to freedom. The more aware I am of the brevity and frailty of my life the more free I am to engage each moment from a place of dependence upon God. Every moment, every conversation, every relationship, every experience becomes more valuable. When I choose to live life through the grid of its brevity every day becomes a gift. A gift to be embraced fully. A gift to be enjoyed fully. A gift to be entered with the hope of redeeming that moment and representing Jesus in that moment.
I have so much to be thankful for. When I lose sight of the brevity and frailty of life my perspective gets clouded. I don't see as clearly. I work and worry as though my life has no end. I look for my security and pleasure in things that are temporary. I complain too much and trust too little. Maybe the rebellion the Psalmist asks to be rescued from is my refusal to embrace each moment as though it were my last...thankful for each and every moment Father gives to me.
Fighting for your hearts,