So, I’ve written this series of posts, or blogs, or whatever one wants to call them and compiled (most) of them into a series of yearly volumes that I am certain almost no one will want to read again. I’m not saying that for sympathy, I just know that writing nearly every day is something I feel compelled to do. I’ve called it “Teach Me to Number My Days,” and currently we’re on volume 5 (I’ve been doing this for nearly 5 years!). It’s the title that I really hold on to. I sometimes will go back and read some of these, but for the most part, I consider that verse in Psalm 90 (v12) that says, “So teach us to number our daysthat we may get a heart of wisdom.”
This verse is so deep. We could probably talk for many months and just barely scratch the surface of it. And yet, this morning, as I reminisce on the simplicity and complexity of that statement, I want to say I pray that God numbers my days, hours, minutes, and seconds. I want it all to belong to Him. I spend too much time on what I want, and I get caught up in silly and frivolous things that, in eternity’s perspective, do not matter. I was created in God’s image. When I sin, I mar that image. So, I want to desire (you heard that right) to make every moment count to give God glory. I want my life to be a reflection of what Jesus did for me, when he lived, and bled and died and rose again to restore me to that image. Lord, help me! I have sinned against you! I am arrogant, and proud, teach me to number my days that I may know a heart of wisdom!
Psalm 90
Lord, you have been our dwelling place
in all generations.
Before the mountains were brought forth,
or ever you had formed the earth and the world,
from everlasting to everlasting you are God.
You return man to dust
and say, “Return, O children of man!”
For a thousand years in your sight
are but as yesterday when it is past,
or as a watch in the night.
You sweep them away as with a flood; they are like a dream,
like grass that is renewed in the morning:
in the morning it flourishes and is renewed;
in the evening it fades and withers.
For we are brought to an end by your anger;
by your wrath we are dismayed.
You have set our iniquities before you,
our secret sins in the light of your presence.
For all our days pass away under your wrath;
we bring our years to an end like a sigh.
The years of our life are seventy,
or even by reason of strength eighty;
yet their span is but toil and trouble;
they are soon gone, and we fly away.
Who considers the power of your anger,
and your wrath according to the fear of you?
So teach us to number our days
that we may get a heart of wisdom.
Return, O LORD! How long?
Have pity on your servants!
Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love,
that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us,
and for as many years as we have seen evil.
Let your work be shown to your servants,
and your glorious power to their children.
Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us,
and establish the work of our hands upon us;
yes, establish the work of our hands!
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