Today I had dug out my journal to look back on
a few entries. When I took it off the shelf a handful of
papers and pictures spilled out onto the floor.
I was just going to stuff them back in and find what I was looking for
but with a second thought, decided to check out the
spill out.
Glad I did.
While we were visiting Utah a few months ago we went to my
brother's ward in Kaysville one Sunday.
One of the lesson focuses was on how we spend our time.
I kept the hand out the teacher passed around.
It is a little long, but I really think it hits it where it counts.
Live for Today
Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with $86,400.00. It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening it deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course.
Each of us has such a bank. Its name is TIME. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no going back. There is no drawing against the "tomorrow". You must live in the present, on today's deposits.
Invest it so as to get the most in health, happiness, learning and success! And use the time so that you are proud of the way you have invested it. The clock is running. Make the most of today.
To realize the value of ONE YEAR, ask a student who was held back a grade.
To realize the value of ONE MONTH, ask a mother who gave birth to a premature baby.
To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize the value of ONE DAY, ask the daily wage laborer with children to feed.
To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a person who missed the train.
To realize the value of ONE SECOND, ask a person who just avoided an accident.
To realize the value of ONE MILLISECOND, ask the person who won a silver medal in the Olympics.
Treasure every moment that you have. Invest each minute to good purpose, whether it is for your work, your education, your personal relationships or whatever else you choose. And remember, time waits for no one.
As I thought about this idea - the value of time -
I realized my daily time values are boiled down to minutes and seconds.
No need to grapple with years, months, or weeks they all seem
fleeting and wonderful.
fleeting and wonderful.
.....but I can't help but see very clearly the glaring reality of every single day and hour.
Every day the choices I make will leave me feeling
content, peaceful, and happy,
content, peaceful, and happy,
or I will feel sad and remorseful as I look back and see
if I carelessly missed
if I carelessly missed
opportunities with those that matter most to me.
To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a mom that was late
yet again to pick up her son from baseball.
To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a mom who just reacted way too
harshly to a stalled out teenager in front of the computer.
To realize the value of FIVE MINUTES, ask a mom how she felt later that
night after declining to tell a made up story to her little 6 year old....
who is constantly telling her that her aunt Amy tells the best made up
stories she has ever heard, and that she cannot wait to get back to
Utah to hear more of her stories.
stories she has ever heard, and that she cannot wait to get back to
Utah to hear more of her stories.
To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a wife who wished she would
have kept her mouth shut for once.
To realize the value of ONE MINUTE, ask a wife who missed a chance to say
just the right thing to lift, build, and strengthen.
To realize the value of ONE SECOND, ask the parent who missed the change
to get that big bear hug from the
lurking little boy stalling to get into bed at night.
To realize the value of TEN MINUTES, watch a mom trying to finish a
blog post at 2:25pm...
see if she makes the choice to stop and run out to her bike and go meet
the kids at school.
Bye....gotta go now!!
I DO REALIZE THE VALUE OF THESE NEXT TEN MINUTES.
Family Time
Fun Time = Feats of strength where I come from!
Spiritual Time
Together Time
Some Alone Time
Unplanned projet time = LIFE.
We got home Sunday from church and Kev asked who put the window
down on the driver side of the van because it was stuck down now.
None of us had...come to find out the cable inside the door had
randomly broken.
Kev headed out of town this morning.....I get to have the window down for
the week....that will be an adventure for sure.
This morning at 5:15am, I already figured out some tricks on how
not to get blown away.
Just lean way over and ride the steering wheel kissing the windshield,
or use your armrest for your core support as you drive from the middle of the
front two bucket seats.
Definitely doable.....I am happy it still drives.
He insists he will fix it when he is home.
At least we made room in the garage once more to smash the car in.
One way we are spending lots of time these days.
Baseball!!
Both Ryker and Ethan pitch....Here on this very tiny video is Ethan pitching.
He does a great job.
I love to watch and cheer on all the boys in their sports.
This ends w/ Eth making a sweet catch hit right at him.
(just telling you cuz you might not be able to see it)
This was the perfect day to watch a game....or three as it was.
We were up high on the bleachers in the shade.
There really was a decent crowd at the game, just down along the sides of the fence
on the grass in their chairs.
But this....This is the best view if you ask me.
(You would never guess it by Kev's conversation on the video,
but our team the Twins did go on to win the game.
It was intense.)
Love and cherish your time and give it freely.....
1 comment:
This is such a great reminder to me. I think I will try to notice those split second decisions this week as well (good and bad). I loved this post and I loved the photos - We need to get that arm restling in the calendar next year - Mom's face is priceless.
Love you,
HB
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