I’d really like to say that I’ve figured out how to make every minute of my life count. But these are not the most productive days of my life. My “to-do” list of what I want to accomplish this year is falling by the wayside, but hope is still a word in my vocabulary.

Like a glowing sunrise or sunset, rainbows inspire awe in me. I love discovering one after a storm. A rainbow is the confirmation of God’s love and care. However, when problems come my way, the first thing I do is grumble and complain. Then the Holy Spirit nudges me with the reminder that God is in control.

It’s a little thing, really. I plugged in my vacuum cleaner, pressed the on button with my foot, and nothing happened. I checked the plug, placed it in another outlet, even changed the bag. Still nothing. What? It worked the last time! Should I find a repair person, or should I buy a new vacuum cleaner (I’ve had mine for quite a few years)?

Early this morning, the bottle of eye drops slipped from my fingers, rolled across the countertop, and plopped top first into the sink drain. It fit quite well. If you use eye drops, you know the containers are small. Nothing I did moved it from that place. My husband to the rescue. He drilled a hole through the bottom of the bottle and got it out. Fortunately, the bottle was nearly empty, so not much was wasted but time.

The chocolate chip cookies I made for a picnic with my husband’s co-workers appeared less than presentable. I had to swallow my pride when I shared them. They tasted okay, and one of the women told me how much she liked my cookies.

And my expectations about decluttering my home? I’ve made some progress, but only I can tell. Now I’ve been given a couple of boxes of old family photos, treasures that need to be sorted and organized for posterity. Just one more thing to add to my “to-do” list. I think it’s time to read Liana George’s and Angie Hyche’s book Uncluttered: Shaping Your Heart and Home for What Matters Most.

When I think too much on what I’m not accomplishing, I tend to panic. But I’m learning that it’s better to confess the sin of wasting time to God, remind myself that my time is in His hands, and ask Him to help me to make better use of my time.

In Jesus’s parables in Luke 15, the shepherd had to take time to look for his lost sheep, the woman had to sweep and search to find her lost coin, and the father had to wait for his son to learn some lessons about life.

The apostle Paul, in Ephesians 5:15,16, admonishes believers, “See then that you walk circumspectly, not as fools but as wise, redeeming the time, because the days are evil.” ¬†Worthwhile things take time. I want my days and moments to count for what is worthwhile in God’s economy, to accomplish what He wants me to do.

As long as I have life and breath, there’s hope.

Beth E Westcott