“The years of our life are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty.” Ps. 90:10; “Even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows.” Luke 12:7; “You are free… live as God’s servant.“1 Pet. 2:16
Lord Jesus, on this day last year I was “only” 70. Now I’m officially in my 70’s. Still a mere youth when I consider my spiritual mom, Rose Marie Miller, is 96.
It’s a source of great peace and joy to know providence, not happenstance, numbers our days—even our hairs. That doesn’t make us fatalists; it means we’re yours, Jesus. Bought, beloved, and bound for a life of “all things new.” Nothing can snatch us from your hand, or separate us from your love.
Jesus, I don’t know if I’m in my last decade, year, or day. But I do know I want to live more free, and more yours. Fill the rest of my days with childlike-wonder of yourself; Spirit-generated gratitude, contentment, and kindness; and a tenacious commitment to live, love, and serve to your glory.
Thank you for the Gospel-loving, eternity-thinking friends you’ve given me to finish life with. Keep making your empty tomb, occupied throne, and sure return more real to us than anything else. Everything else will take care of itself. So very Amen I pray, in your magnificent and merciful name.