As a youngster I was always saying things like, “I wish it was my birthday” or “I wish it was Christmas.” My mother would say, “Don’t wish your life away.” That made no sense to me. When you’re a kid, you look forward to the special times–especially times with no school and no homework. Only later you realize that most of your time is spent in the ordinary days, and if all you wish for is the special days, you’ve wished away large parts of your life.

I associate my youth with hearing “September Song” by  Kurt Weil and Maxwell Anderson particularly these words.

Oh, it’s a long, long while from May to December
But the days grow short
When you reach September
When the Autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn’t got time for the waiting game
… Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November

This comes back to me because I’m in the September or October of my life. The days are precious. What should I do with them? Say thanks to the people who have been a blessing to me. Try to be a blessing to people who need a blessing in life.

Jesus told a parable about a wealthy man whose farm produced a great crop. He built huge barns to store it in. The story ends with God saying to him, “You fool! This very night your life is being demanded of you. And the things you have prepared, whose will they be?”

Use well the days God gives you. 

Read Luke 12:19-21 and remember: God loves YOU unconditionally.

Wayne