Saturday, December 16, 2017

How did it get so late so soon?
It’s night before
it’s afternoon.
December is here before it’s June.
My goodness how the
time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?

~ Theodor Seuss Geisel (also known as Dr. Seuss)

It’s later than we think. So we should think.

When I think about living each day—and ultimately, my life—to the fullest I don’t do so with an eye toward doing things, getting things. going places, and accumulating an abundance of things and experiences. Quite the opposite.

I think about the reason why I’m here; the answer to the question stated so clearly in The Westminster Shorter Catechism: the chief end of man is to glorify God, and to enjoy him forever. Simple. Yet not. But it all flows from there.

I think about small, seemingly insignificant, encounters with people who have changed the course of my day, even my life.

I think about lives I might have touched in some small way that will, in turn, touch another.

I think about legacy.

I think about my children and my grandchildren, and those who will come later who have not yet been born.

I think about what will remain when I am gone and the answer comes easily and effortlessly: words.

I think about Love coming down.

I think about the simple lights on the non-traditional tree, shining bright and clear reminding me to look past the garish glitter to the true Light.

This year is almost over. There are fewer days ahead than behind.

It’s later than we think. Let’s think.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things.

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