Squeeze the Day

0 comments Posted on June 8, 2017

Rhonda Rheaby Rhonda Rhea

There’s just no limit to what a person can accomplish . . . when that person is actually supposed to be diligently working on something else. For me, those moments of crazy-wild intensity somehow seem like the perfect times to go out and get my towels monogrammed or something. Maybe my luggage too. Of course, what I really should have monogrammed on my towels and luggage are the letters “A.D.D.”

Someone once told me that the sooner I fall behind, the more time I’ll have to get caught up. That seemed logical. Personally, when I’m overwhelmed by a looming book deadline or some other stressor, I try to be at least that logical.

I usually start well. First I make a list. Then I put something on the list that I’ve already done so I can make at least one check mark on the list. Then I ignore the rest of the list and get on Facebook. I look at a handful of cat pictures, a scenic back porch or two, and several people’s dinners. At that point I have to have a snack. Then I post a pic to all the social media sites of me eating my snack and make a great joke about how I’m snacking when I’m actually supposed to be working to meet that deadline.

Join the InsanityI know I’m supposed to seize the day. But sometimes the day is just so slippery.

It’s when a day is at its slipperiest I have to remember to shove aside the cute kitties, stop playing games on my iPad and get a grip on what’s important.

I don’t want to get to the end of life, look around at all I could’ve accomplished through Christ, and then be forced to comfort myself with something like, “Yeah, but look. I got the high score. And I’ve got this great luggage.” I truly do want to seize the day—every day. Start well and finish well.

And when I stop and think about it, I realize I don’t merely want to seize the day. I want to get it in a headlock. I want to give it noogies until it cries like a little girl. A great day is one in which I’ve mercilessly wrestled out everything redeemable in the power of Christ. Squeezed it beautifully, fruitfully dry.

Psalm 90:12 says, “Teach us to number our days carefully so that we may develop wisdom in our hearts” (HCSB). An “unnumbered” day is enveloped in foolishness. Life is too short for that. That’s why I can’t let myself get away with foolish carelessness. I really do have to pay attention. “Pay careful attention, then, to how you walk—not as unwise people but as wise—making the most of the time, because the days are evil. So don’t be foolish, but understand what the Lord’s will is” (Ephesians 5:15-17, HCSB).

His will. That’s where we start well. And it’s there that we’ll finish well. The best days are the ones in which I ignore everything slippery and get the day in that headlock by breakfast, then have it whimpering before lunch.

So there’s the challenge. Look the day straight in the eye, and then take it to the mat for the Kingdom. Make it cry a little.

Some of us can dry the tears with monogrammed towels. But yeah, that’s not always a good thing.

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