Living with Purpose

“O LORD, what is man that you care for him, the son of man that you think of him? Man is like a breath; his days are like a fleeting shadow.” Psalm 144:3-4 (NIV)

At the end of the day, when my wife or father-in-law ask me, “How was your day?”, my answer is always based upon how productivity it felt to me. If it was a day when it seemed like I took significant strides to make a positive difference in how the future will be for myself and the people I was privileged to serve, then it was a great day. If I accomplished the things that I believed were important to complete, then it was a good day. But if I come home, feeling like I “spun my wheels” so to speak, and generally felt like my time was wasted with little or nothing significant to show for it, that is the worst day.

For me, there is nothing worse than wasting time.

I say that because time is the one resource, that when it is used, will never again be recovered. There is no magical DeLorean sports car that Doc Brown has fully equipped with a time machine, that I can hop into, and program the date that I want to do over again, when I waste time. When I waste time, it’s gone forever.

This morning I read the words of David in the 144th Psalm, where he reminds us that our days are like a fleeting shadow. It made me feel the pinch to make the most of my time today.

My small group just recently finished watching a series of messages taught by Andy Stanley regarding how we can make the most of our time. Stanley built these messages around Psalm 90, which was written by Moses. In verse 12, Moses wrote,

Because our days are like a fleeting shadow, they are few in number. Like Moses, we should be perceptive enough to request of God that He enable us the ability to recognize that even if we were given 100 years on this earth, that would be fleeting when compared to the immensity of eternity. And the recognition of that fact, opens the door of opportunity for us to use the time we have remaining wisely.

It is my mission to honor God with my life, and the only way I can do that with any satisfaction is to realize that I am just a breath. Even while my family mourns my death someday, the world will continue to move forward. Life will not stop when my heart ceases to beat. Therefore, with whatever influence I have and with every breath I take, I endeavor to maximize so that God receives glory and honor as a result of my days on this earth.

I wonder what our world would be like… what social media would look like … what our places of employment or schooling would look like… what our churches would look like if we all realized that we are but a breath and that our days are like a fleeting shadow? If we all chose to maximize our days to gain a heart of wisdom, all of life would be wonderfully transformed!