LORD, make me to know my end And what is the extent of my days; Let me know how transient I am.
Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
Numbering our days is to realise that we have but a short time on earth before we join the brethren who have gone ahead.
Numbering our days is to live each day as if it could be our last, for it could well be.
Numbering our days is to make the most of our time for kingdom-relevant tasks.
Numbering our days is to shed—to get rid of—unnecessary distractions, even good things, which could weigh us down, as we run our race.
My father GB is preparing to go into care in the near future. He will be in a retirement home close to our residence, where I hope to set him up with his desk and books.
He asked me if he could take both of his two-drawer filing cabinets. “Possibly,” I replied. He must have thought about it a bit more, for he has obviously decided to lighten his “possessions” so that he can manage with one filing cabinet.
He will not be able to use all these good notes anymore. Nevertheless, it is never easy to jettison one’s cargo, and it has to be an act of faith—and hope in our future permanent home.
A believer never permanently loses one’s valuables. GB entrusts all that he has, and his own soul to the Lord’s safe keeping. The little chorus that he quotes often is pertinent. “We have a Saviour who’s mighty to keep, mighty to keep evermore.”
GB has been a good example to me in so many things. Teach me also to number my days too.