My dear friend, Rich, told me that life is like a roll of toilet paper. The nearer you are to the end, the faster it goes. He’s right. Time seems to be speeding up as we get older.
My twenties seemed to last indefinitely. My wife and I were young, in love, and we had a deep desire to ‘get going’ with our family and career.
The thirty-something years got even busier—kids going every which direction, careers that had become more involved and demanding, marriage issues that needed work, a season of trying to balance life’s competing demands.
Our forties seemed like grad school for the thirties. Some of the values began to get challenged. We attempted to master the art of living at the pace we’d created. We were forced, by now, to face and process some heartache and the inevitabilities of life.
The fifties, the sixties, the seventies…
We look back at life and wonder where those years went and how they managed to go by so quickly. Reflecting on past decades seemed so esoteric when we were younger but become so prominent we get older.
The toilet paper is running out.
But life, unlike a roll of toilet paper, is a rich blessing marked by profound beauty that was actually designed to grow, not fade. It is not something you flush when you are done.
I am daily reminded to choose who(m) I will serve. Inherent in the reminder is simply this: I must decide who and I have to do it as early in the day as possible.
Are we going to serve our to-do list or are we sensitive to someone else’s needs? Are you going to work to make deposits in your bank account or deposits into someone’s soul? Am I going to put myself in a position to notice beauty or put myself in a position to win?
The soul needs reminding that we are loved and cared for by the God who created us. Whichever decade or season we happen to be in right now, He wants us to know that we are beloved by Him.
Busyness and hurry destroy the soul. The love of wealth and materialism will come up empty. We know all of this to be true. So He invites us busy people, with lists of things to do longer than our arms; remember the reminder to choose. Choose this day whom you will serve. Resist the non-choice path, letting the day simply be flushed down fate’s toilet.
We still have to go to work on our to-do lists today. The normal ‘stuff’ still needs our attention.
May we receive this day as a redeemable gift from God, a day filled with wonder and power, forgiveness and freedom, hope and transcendence. The day is not a roll of toilet paper running low unless we let it be.
Receive this day with gratitude, a gift from a redeeming God.