I’ve been thinking a lot about the passage of time this year. When you lose somebody suddenly, who is so young, you can’t help but have regrets. You look back on missed opportunities to spend time together. You wonder if you said all the things you should have to make sure that person knew how much you meant to them. You just wonder.
We’ve also been converting old home movies to digital files and as I’ve watched some of the footage, I wonder if I savored every moment as much as I should have. I cringed watching one Christmas morning where my 2 year old son was being adorable and I was not really paying attention.
A couple of years ago, I found this little card in a book that belonged to my grandfather. What an amazing message to hold on to.
So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.