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)
Thursday’s are my favorite day of the week nowadays: the anticipation of the weekend coming, the week not yet gone. We go through our days wishing them over and looking forward to Friday and the weekend. Then the weekend is gone, in a blur, and it’s Monday again. We go from Monday to Friday and back to Monday. We must slow down and enjoy each day… Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday. Each day bring its own blessing, its own opportunity start anew, to live. Before we know it, our days pass and “we fly away.” Why waste today, no matter what day of the week it is, dreaming of a tomorrow which is not promised? Live. Today.
Walking with Christ 