A loved one passed away this week. Though he lived a long and fulfilling life and there is peace in that; that does not stop the grieving. For he was a wonderful man, who loved God and people well. I am reminded, however, that life is temporary here, not meant for forever. We enjoy those in which we have, for however long we are given. Time is fleeting and as the years go by and we age, we see how short time really is. Though our love for our loved ones does not change, despite how the time may. Friend, grief is hard. Even when we know that God’s plan is bigger than ours, we still find our hearts, missing them. As I write this, I hold tight to all the good memories. More than that, I think of all the good that he did while he was here. How he used his time well. Friend, I want to use my time here well. I want to follow God’s plan for my life. That way when my time comes, that I will have lived it as God had called me to. That my loved ones will see how God worked in my life, for His glory and to make a difference in the lives around me, through Him. I want to live a fulfilling life. I know that I can only do that, when I walk with God. Just like my loved one whom lived a purposeful life loving God and people well. I too, want to fulfill my calling. So, when my days are up, there will be peace in knowing that my breaths were not wasted and that I lived my life, with my eyes on God. That my days were numbered with purpose.

Erin Fitts-Brower

Psalm 90:12 NIV

Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

Ephesians 5:15-17 NIV

 Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil. Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the Lord’s will is.

Psalm 39:4-6 NIV

“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. “Surely everyone goes around like a mere phantom; in vain they rush about, heaping up wealth without knowing whose it will finally be.