God is very wise, When He decided it was time for “time” to begin, He divided life into bite sized pieces—seconds and minutes, moments for living—each identical in length to all the others, yet each totally unique.

And He strung them together in a line.

When the line was sixty minutes long, He tied a knot and said, “Enough. Sixty minutes are long enough for every hour.” And He began to measure again. Another sixty minutes; another hour; another knot. 

Twenty- four times God measured, and tied; and there was evening, and there was morning, before he stopped and called it a day.

The very wise God tied one day to the next until He had wrapped up a seven-day week, each day with its own beginning and ending, each week with its own measure of grace and provision and light.

And He said, “This is good.”

Since the very beginning, it has been so. The Infinite Creator has set into motion a parade of days, each one following the other, each one filled with unexpected, unannounced events. Even though every day is the same length, no two are ever alike. 

Some days are filled with so much happiness and delight that we hope they will never end.

But they do.

Some days contain so much sorrow and brokenness that we think they will never end.

But they do.

Life passes through, a day at a time, like some transient on his way to parts unknown; like a traveler who happens by, stopping for a drink of water and a bite of food at some nameless wide spot in the road before continuing his trek.

Disappointments and failures. Victories and triumphs. They’re all a part of life. Each day holds its own mysteries; knots that get tangled; joys and challenges and sorrows that God wants to help us sort out.

I look to God every day in faith. If I didn’t, I’m not sure how I’d navigate this life. And, as I move along my storied journey, I want to enjoy the walk. I want to celebrate life.

Experience it; taste it; try to understand it.

But I can’t let myself get too “familiar” with it as it flies by, because life’s a lot like the manna of old. Each moment will have its own measure of grace and provision and light, but each can only be gathered one day at a time.

Life comes to pass … but it doesn’t come to stay.

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