Counting

I no longer remember how the topic came about but a churchmate, tita emi, talked over lunch about the ages 70 and 80 as the "standard" age limit of the human race. I recalled what she said when I was reading Psalm 90 a few days ago.  

 

Psalm 90

10 The years of our life are seventy,


or even by reason of strength eighty;


yet their span is but toil and trouble;


they are soon gone, and we fly away.

 

Sometimes it is so easy to be overwhelmed by our problems and struggles here on earth. I forget that we are just temporary sojourners here. That we are to keep in mind the eternal consequences of our decisions and actions. For it would determine what we would eternally call home. It is not easy. Especially when you cannot see even the where your very next step would take you. 

And so I pray to God...

 

12 So teach us to number our days

that we may get a heart of wisdom.

And remind myself that everything comes from God, even contentment and joy. Despite the trials and failures. 

14 Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love,

that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.

15 Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us,

and for as many years as we have seen evil.

That one day, I will be able to understand. If not here on earth, then in Heaven. But by then, it wouldn't matter. Because there would just be singing and joy. 

16 Let your work be shown to your servants,

and your glorious power to their children.

17 Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us,


and establish the work of our hands upon us;


yes, establish the work of our hands!

Yes, Lord, let the favor of Your Hand be upon us.