Every Wednesday a cruise ship comes into the Kona bay. It arrives at sunrise and leaves around sunset, coming and going like clockwork. I’ve been told it’s a local Hawaiian islands cruise, doing a few of the islands, running the same circuit every week. But, to me, it represents the passage of time. It’s one of those things that only happens once a week, but it seems like every time I look up, there it is. “What? Is it Wednesday again already?”


Weeks just keep ripping past, one after another. The other day, I was talking to my younger brother, Hans on the phone and said, “Once June and July get here, it will really be hot.” He said, “It’s already June 20th, Nel.” “Oh yea, you’re right.” Funny, the older I get, the faster time seems to pass. Some days take absolutely forever. I look at the schedule in front of the average Monday as I get ready for the week on Sunday night and think, “Holy moly, what a day. Why do I schedule it like that?” Gosh, I’m going to trim some things off next time around. This is just too much. And that day is what it seemed to be. Very productive, but long and tiring. Each day takes forever to actually go through.

In the program of Alcoholics Anonymous, trying to help people who are new to sobriety “put time together”, we say, “Just take it one day at a time”. And if a day is too big a chunk to deal with, cut it in half. Just go til noon. Or smaller still, one hour at a time. Just deal with an hour and when the next one gets here, handle that then. So, days individually are filled with details; there’s this class, that lunch, a meeting here and there, texts and calls coming and going, supplying the necessary surprises to keep it from getting monotonous, but I look up and there’s that cruise ship again, pulling into the bay… another Wednesday.

So I’m reading the Psalms these days every morning, how great are the prayers and praises in that book! So lucky to have them. Just went past Psalm 90 where this line first appears, which was written by Moses and later, Peter says it like this,

“But do not forget this one thing, dear friends: With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day.”

2 Peter 3:8

So, the words of the Lord are as true as they ever were no matter what my perspective feels like at any given time, “Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof…” Each day surely does have enough trouble of its own, but putting myself in the hands of God and trusting the outcome to him, knowing he will judge things fairly is freeing to me. 

“A thousand years in your sight
    are like a day that has just gone by..

Our days may come to seventy years,
    or eighty, if our strength endures;
yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow,
    for they quickly pass, and we fly away…

Teach us to number our days,

    that we may gain a heart of wisdom..”

Psalm 90:4,10,12


Having this kind of perspective takes the pressure off for me. I mean, how big a deal is it? Moses tells us here that learning to number our days is connected with gaining wisdom. In the big picture, most things that seem like a huge deal at the time are not really that big a deal.