29,220.
The number of days in 80 years.


80 years.
The average lifespan in the UK.


What if we lived like each of those days are as precious as the next? Holding excitement and expectation for tomorrow whilst experiencing all the wonder of today.

What if we lived like our days are numbered, fleeting and miraculous? Like the sun that was hung in the sky today can’t be seen by tomorrow.

What if we lived like the moments we get today, the faces and breezes and sun kisses and conversations, only exist in today? Like tomorrow has enough of it’s own cares, and today deserves our full attention.

What we lived like life’s a gift: a wild, precious, and unpredictable narrative that we get to be written into? Like there’s only one Hero in the story, and we get to discover a little more of His character as each page unfolds.

What if we lived like we were put here on purpose? Today. Here. Now.

Finite.
Intentional.
Unrepeatable.
Individual.


I think part of what makes every moment precious is that it’ll never be found again.

The flower that uncurls before the sun. The smile from across the room. The splash you created when you dove in the pool. Moments that were yours. Briefly and faintly. But just for a moment, they were all yours.

I want to live like today is mine for the taking.

Like I get to choose what I do with it and then choose to give my all to it.

I want to live like L.M. Montgomery’s Anne and wake up each day whispering, “Dear world, you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.”

Because today is a gift given by a Lover. And the best way I can think of showing my thankfulness is to thoroughly enjoy the gift He’s given.

So, I’ll be thankful for today.

Come what may.

And I’ll be thankful that it only comes once.


“Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered— how fleeting my life is.”
Psalms 39:4 NLT

“Since his days are determined, The number of his months is with You; You have appointed his limits, so that he cannot pass.”
Job 14:5 NKJV