banking on time

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scriptural reference: Psalm 90:12, 'So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts to wisdom.'

pray,

think.

pray.

live and love.

we do it so easily. i do not suppose we notice. we bank on time, like interest on money we have saved in hand, wallet, or account. this casual assumption of moments, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years is shuffled ahead of us, along with winter, spring, summer, or autumn lawn leaves. 

i do not believe we premeditate our expectations with heavy-handed extravagance. we use no excess that would cause our cheeks to blush and eyes to look furtively furrowed with doubt. we only hope bashfully to bank on time with reasoned and rationed moderation.

our humble modesty seemingly gives credence and credibility to our imagined then. simultaneously silently sanctioning the rightness of our assumptive passivity. we secretly borrow tomorrow's like quietly slipping coins from our dressed-up pants to our casual pocket unnoticed. reaching timidly into future time we expect to populate with togetherness, business, friendliness, or other senses of self desired.

steadily, with eyes clinched, we day fantasize or night dream future populated time like easy promises made. we bank with buttered bread expectations to fill, know, and spend tomorrow's time with today's most earnest hopes as interest like surety.

may we do as wise King David prayed, 'So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts to wisdom.' Psalm 90:12

 

pray.

think.

pray.

live and love.

 

feel free to shine,

onelight

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