One Day or a Thousand?

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Sometimes a day can seem eternal. I guess in one sense, it is--the Bible says that a day to God is like a thousand years (II Pet. 3:8). In my strange brain, I sometimes make weird connections, and I’m not very adept at math (really!), but when I do the figuring, a week would end up being pretty close to the amount of time that this earth has been in existence. Regardless of how long a day (or week) seems or the circumstances that compose it, there is one thing that I am called to do, and that’s to praise my God and bring Him glory. This starts with being in the word. I start getting antsy when I’ve not been able to sit down and offer up any private praise to Him. Then there’s nothing like pounding out the keys of my piano and belting out an unrestrained song to God. Now don’t get me wrong—I play a lot during most weeks, but I love for my audience to be God alone, and there just isn’t any substitute for it. However, I find that the amount of time I have to myself seems to grow less and less as my kids enter the full tilt of teenage years. I know that this season won’t be a forever thing, but I do get to where I crave the solace of some quiet time to the point it becomes a necessity somewhat like breathing is a necessity. Psalm 113:3 says, “From the rising of the sun to its setting, the name of the Lord is greatly to be praised” (NASB). After all, according to Malachi 1:11a, God’s “name will be great among the nations, from the rising to the setting of the sun” (NIV).  Psalm 50:1 speaks of this as well when it says, “The Mighty One, God, the Lord, speaks and summons the earth from the rising of the sun to the place where it sets” (NIV). God has numbered my days (Job 14:5) and He alone causes the sun to rise on each one of them—what I do with them can bring Him glory and honor and praise, which He is due, or not. It’s really a choice.
Zach Neese penned the words to one of my favorite praise songs, which is titled: “The More I Seek You.” It reads as follows:
The more I seek You, the more I find You,
The more I find You, the more I love You.
I wanna sit at Your feet, drink from the cup in Your hand,
Lay back against You and breathe, feel Your heart beat;
This love is so deep, it’s more than I can stand;
I melt in Your peace, it’s overwhelming.
This so perfectly expresses the draw of God’s presence that I think I’ll just stop now. Thanks, Zach.


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