Oh, the things I save….like my old calendars. I imagine that years from now, those calendars, with my daily entries, will trigger memories. But I also saved two calendars that weren’t mine.

They were a 1991 calendar from my mom, and a 2006 calendar from my dad. I can still read their handwriting, as they both had written down special birthdays that would be celebrated. I can imagine they both thought that the year ahead would bring time.

It did not. Cancer and illness defined those years. So, as I hold onto those two final calendars, I also hold onto the last lesson my parent’s unwittingly taught me: time is a gift. Open each day and treasure it. Just like 2020 vision, may the Lord help us to see clearly and use our time wisely in the year ahead.


“Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered—how fleeting my life is.” Psalm 39:4

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