Show me, O Lord, my life’s end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life. (Ps. 39:4)
MILLER MOTHS by the thousands invadeColorado’s Front Range cities every year late in the spring. During their two-month migration to the Rocky Mountains in search of wildflowers’ sweet nectar, they pester homeowners, motorists, and pedestrians. They sneak into houses through cracks and small openings, flutter around indoor lights, adhere to walls and ceilings. Outdoors, they sweep down on pedestrians and startle motorists. One of the ghostly invaders startled a female motorist so badly that she lost control of her car and rammed into a telephone pole.
Most Miller moths that invade houses die within two or three weeks, leaving a mess of corpses that have to be cleaned from windowsills, sinks, bathtubs, vanities, and floors. Many of their outdoor relatives do not survive the summer. Coloradans rejoice that the invaders’ lifespan is brief.
Although we live much longer than moths, our lifespan, too, is brief. The Scriptures compare it to that of a wild flower (James 1:10) and a mist (4:14). The older we get the more inclined we are to ask, “Where have the years gone?” When we attend a twenty-fifth or fiftieth high school or college reunion, we recall our graduation and say, “It seems like only yesterday.”
Our future time on earth will pass quickly too, so shouldn’t we make every moment count for eternity?
Complete the tasks you believe God wants you to perform today.
Jim Dyet and his wife, Gloria, have been married fifty-four years. They live in Colorado Springs. Jim enjoys daily walks with his small dogs and playing golf with friends.
