a blog post from arkansas….oh how we miss debbie and steve massey! happy birthday, deb!
The saying “time is money” had always implied to me that I’d be foolish not to spend my time in the pursuit of financial gain. Maybe now that I’ve passed the half-way mark and make my way down the other side of the hill, I’m more likely to interpret the old saying as, “time is precious.”
Today is my birthday, and to me the day has always held some magic. It is the 24 hour window from which I count all other days. It is my own personal New Year’s Day, and even though I share it with millions of others, it’s mine to spend as I wish. What shall I do with the 1,440 precious minutes that make up my extra-ordinary day?
As our little church has been walking through the liturgical calendar this year, we’ve learned that we are in the midst of what is called Ordinary Time. Yes, I suppose compared to the Christmas or Lenten seasons it could be called ordinary, but I see it as an oxymoron if ever there was one.
As the second hand ticks off one moment after another, I’m more conscious of what I can “spend” my precious moments on. Looking back on the times of my life, the occasions that have created little MeTube videos in my mind to replay as I wish, those most cherished are moments shared with people I love.
Gold, diamonds, oil, and good old cash, all have great value in this world, but none can buy us another day, let alone another trip around the sun.
So today I’m celebrating my birthday, this ordinary day in the middle of ordinary time, replaying so many little videos that include you. Those moments when we “went dutch” in the purchase of a shared memory; talking, camping, bowling, praying, eating, laughing, crying, singing, hugging, loving, learning, packing, moving, and yet more crying, and I am so grateful for all the “ordinary time” we’ve spent together.
Actually I really like how Sarah McLachlan puts it, and would love to share a bit more time just quietly listening with you. XO ~Deb