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I wrote this in 2013, but have never shared it on the blog. My Dad who is mentioned here died one year ago this week so I thought it was timely to share. One of my friends (Lori) also died a few months ago. She was only 50. Make your minutes count. Dad and Lori did.

Native Alaskan’s told time by signs in nature. When the fireweed turns purple all the way to the top, it’s 6 weeks until the first snowfall.

Did you know Australian Aborigines historically had no sense of time? In a fast paced American society so focused on time that is really hard to comprehend. Ecclesiastes 3:1-2 says “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die…..”

We are all running out of time. Our clocks are ticking and our days are numbered on this earth. We don’t know how much time we have. Will our earthly clock stop today, tomorrow, in 10 years, in 30 years?

As I write this in October 2013, I have two friends in their forties who are fighting cancer. I pray God will let them win the fight so we can enjoy more of their time. My Dad just found out at the Mayo Clinic that his time may be short, and I hope he is still with us as we travel in 2014. While his time may be short, who knows if mine may be even shorter? In Matthew 6:27 God says “Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?”

As Christians, we shouldn’t worry. Worry is a lack of trust, a lack of faith. God has promised us life with him in an eternal paradise. He has conquered the grave for us and our life does not end with life on this earth. I know it’s easier said than done, as none of us has faced walking through death.

Dad has had a blessed life, he accomplished much and served God faithfully. He was a leader in the church, in business, and our home. He was the founding President of Inspiration Hills retreat camp, where many have come to know Christ. Many people don’t know this about my Dad, but many youth group kid’s, nieces, nephews, and grandchildren sought him out when they needed fatherly help or advice. Though a middle child of eight, his siblings regular sought and respected his advice. In the struggles of ailing senior years it sometimes hard to remember the great blessings of a full life, but Dad has many to count.

Dad taught me a lot. One thing I am now learning; it’s not how many days we have, it’s what we do with the days. Don’t count your minutes, make your minutes count.

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