Days are getting shorter
Submitted by scott on 2007-07-15
When I was a little boy, I would wake up early and play late. The day begins and I was on top of it. I had my plan of exploring the woods behind my house, setting traps for wild animals (like any boy would do) and catching creatures in the creek. I would play all day until my mother would call me in for dinner and bath. Once I was clean and my stomach was filled, I wanted to go back out and continue my day.
I would get on the school bus and ride the long trail to school. As I sat there, I felt as if I was wasting my time because the frogs were waiting on me at home. Finally, lunch time came around and the day was half over. Two more classes to go and I was home free. The long ride home and I have a couple hours to donate to my world. I would play until mom called me in and I ate and showered.
The days were long. They seemed eternal as if they went on and on, yet there was always bedtime. Bedtime was a long way off when I woke up.
Now that I am older, one o'clock seems to turn into six and morning always rushes to night. Then, the next day comes. I wake up, and work, I go to bed and sleep. The next day is here before I know it. There are so many that there is not just one. I have lived thousands of days, but I only remember those when I was young. The long days when time didn't matter to me. I lived my life free of stress and with the imagination of what could be. Not knowing what the world knows or seeing what they do.
At this point, 37 minutes are gone from writing this devotion and I cannot have them back. I am 37 minutes near the end of the day and 37 mintues close to tomorrow. It speeds up. Time is like a snowball rolling down the hill. It starts slow and small but as it rolls, it gains speed and gets bigger in scale. Once it gains momentum, it cannot be stopped nor altered. It keeps going until it shatters in the end.
Where are you time? Where have you gone since I was young? Why can't you come back to me? Why can't I understand that you move so fast?
Days turn into months and months into years and then I'm 40. I thought I just turned 26. I'm soon old, gray and as a child once more. How many days has there been? I am now 70 and have lived 25,550 days in the life of time. What if I were to have $25,550? I couldn't even buy a luxury car with that price. But as you could spend it, so does the days subtract from the total. The difference is you can't make more of it.
Days, come back to me. Give me more than what I am allowed and let them be long and full of understanding for use tomorrow.
I would get on the school bus and ride the long trail to school. As I sat there, I felt as if I was wasting my time because the frogs were waiting on me at home. Finally, lunch time came around and the day was half over. Two more classes to go and I was home free. The long ride home and I have a couple hours to donate to my world. I would play until mom called me in and I ate and showered.
The days were long. They seemed eternal as if they went on and on, yet there was always bedtime. Bedtime was a long way off when I woke up.
Now that I am older, one o'clock seems to turn into six and morning always rushes to night. Then, the next day comes. I wake up, and work, I go to bed and sleep. The next day is here before I know it. There are so many that there is not just one. I have lived thousands of days, but I only remember those when I was young. The long days when time didn't matter to me. I lived my life free of stress and with the imagination of what could be. Not knowing what the world knows or seeing what they do.
At this point, 37 minutes are gone from writing this devotion and I cannot have them back. I am 37 minutes near the end of the day and 37 mintues close to tomorrow. It speeds up. Time is like a snowball rolling down the hill. It starts slow and small but as it rolls, it gains speed and gets bigger in scale. Once it gains momentum, it cannot be stopped nor altered. It keeps going until it shatters in the end.
Where are you time? Where have you gone since I was young? Why can't you come back to me? Why can't I understand that you move so fast?
Days turn into months and months into years and then I'm 40. I thought I just turned 26. I'm soon old, gray and as a child once more. How many days has there been? I am now 70 and have lived 25,550 days in the life of time. What if I were to have $25,550? I couldn't even buy a luxury car with that price. But as you could spend it, so does the days subtract from the total. The difference is you can't make more of it.
Days, come back to me. Give me more than what I am allowed and let them be long and full of understanding for use tomorrow.