“Teach us to number our days so that we may grow in wisdom.”
Did you ever “number your days” . . . the days you have lived up until today? I just did. YIKES! It was an incredible number, which I’m NOT telling you.
Talk about a “jolt of reality!” It helps me to understand a bit about the wisdom that can come from contemplating the “number of our days” so far.
I also learned that Moses wrote this Psalm, making it the oldest of the Psalms. When I consider all the life that Moses packed into his number of days, I am in awe. Born into slavery and immediately marked for death simply because he was a baby boy, each day of his tiny, new life was in serious doubt. He became Prince of Egypt, followed by being a shepherd for decades, far from anywhere. Then, it was back to Egypt for a show-down with Pharaoh, liberating and leading his people through a desert for 40 years. That’s adds up to a number of days that we could never match.
As a virus has covered our world with an unimagined face of our own mortality, we have tasted a bit of what it’s like to “number our days.” Questions have whispered through our minds:
- What do I wish I’d done with my life?
- What matters most to me?
- Who matters most to me?
- What changes do I need to make with the time I have left here?
- What do I hope my legacy will be?
- What needs to change, so that when my days have ended, I will hear the Words, “Well done, My good and faithful servant. . .
“ I sense some Wisdom growing already . . .