Empty Days

Dear Empty Days,

As I look ahead on my calendar and see you looking back, waiting for me, I wonder what you hold. Life is short, and only God knows how many of you I will receive. 

In the last week two deaths have come to my attention. One was an older man who lived a full and vibrant life. He passed into Heaven surrounded by loved ones. The other was a 22 year old collage student. The details of his death are still under investigation. All we know is that he died alone, bleeding to death in a driveway while we slept. I don’t know if he is with Jesus. 

I want to make my time with you count. I want you to matter. 

“This is the day that he Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.” Psalm 118:24 ESV

You do matter, Empty Days. You matter because you are made by the Lord. From the beautiful warm sunrise to the stunning sunset every detail of you was thoughtfully planned by the Creator. 

I try to make you better. Sometimes I think that I can tweak you, add a detail or two or take one away. But the Creator doesn’t make mistakes. I need to relinqish you to His loving care. I need to let Him write the story. 

“Do not be deceived, my beloved brothers. Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.” James 1:16-17 ESV

God only gives perfect and good gifts. That includes you. If I try to write a different story for myself I will only be miserable. 

As I look at you on my calendar I say, “God, fill my days. Lead me where You want me to go. I surrender this gift back to you so that I can enjoy it to its fullest.” 

How can I spend my time wisely? We are made to be a blessing to others. Ever smile, every simple act of kindness makes more of an impact than we realize. 

So, I will keep my heart joyful as I anticipate Tomorrow’s birth, and be grateful with each day’s ending trusting that my small part brought glory to God. Creator God is a multiplier. He takes our smallest offering (Mark 6:30-44) and speads it around so that all are blessed, all have more than enough. Even the smallest stone can make ripples that reach out farther than it could by itself. 

So rest easy, Empty Days. You matter. 

Love, A Trusting Pilgrim


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