The other day I did something I haven’t done in a while. Two weeks ago, to be exact . . . I opened up the blinds of my front windows of my home. I hadn’t been particularly depressed, just busy. Extremely busy.
Most mornings
over the past few weeks I left for work before 7 am and arrived back twelve
hours later. The amount of day light was minimal on the best of days. It hardly
seemed worth the effort to open the blinds only to shut them within a few
minutes. Some nights, in the cover of darkness, my car would ease into its
rightful spot in the garage. Being single, there is no spouse, or teenage kids
to come home to, at this point no pet that waits for me at the door. My rooms
are empty with the only remnants of life being laundry in the basket, a few dishes
near the sink, and a take-out container from the night before on the counter.
My job,
extra work duties, social affairs . . . the list is varied, but the results
still the same. Busyness and time away from my closed up house. Many times my
absence is not by choice, but the other day I made the little extra effort
during my hectic morning to open the blinds. What is a house closed up? What is
a busy life? “(For life) is a vapor, that appeareth for a little time &
then vanishes away.” James 4:14 KJV
This summer
and every day I want to redeem the time because it is truly passing me by.
