"Do you think you'll always want a story and snuggle time before bed?" I asked my youngest child. Lying amid piles of his stuffed animals, books, and favorite blankets, my son turned to me and smiled. "No, Mom. Probably not." My kids are growing before my eyes. I recently realized that I am halfway through raising my oldest. To be honest, it's sobering to realize how quickly time with my children is passing by.
Time Is a Vapor
Time is a strange thing. We can find ways to make things take less time. We can manufacture tools and devices to help us accomplish more in less time. But there is nothing we can do to manipulate or take control of time itself. It moves on at the same rate of speed it always has, hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second. The highway of time has no rest stops -- only non-returnable exits.
David teaches us this in Psalms 39:4–5:
Show me, Lord, my life's end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting my life is. You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Everyone is but a breath, even those who seem secure.
James says something similar: "What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes" (James 4:14). Paul cautions us in Ephesians 5:15–16, "Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of the time, because the days are evil."
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