For it's a long, long time from May to December,
But the days grow short when you reach September.
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasn't got time for the waiting game.
So the days dwindle down to a precious few, September-November.
But these few precious days I'll spend with you,
These precious days I'll spend with you.
Years later, I realized that the words to this song could apply to my life and my love affair with God and his Son. I was in the September of my life when I really came to know God and his Son. These remaining years that I spend with them are precious.
For forty years, Brother Lawrence was a monk serving in the kitchen of a French monastery in the 1600's. His previous forty years he spent searching for that which he did not even know. In the last forty years of his life he wrote many letters about his "Practice of the Presence of God." These have been preserved and still read around the world. The preface to these letters contains the following powerful words:
It comes like a second wind ...There are all too many of us now past middle age — living a life (seemingly) more mediocre everyday. It comes like a second wind to consort with a man who found heaven on earth among the pots and pans of the institution's kitchen.
Like the popular song, Brother Lawrence speaks of these precious days: "Let us make the most of the days of grace; let us redeem the time that is lost, for perhaps we have but little time left."
When Jesus spoke of the workers who all received the same day's wages, even though some started early and some late, we are reminded that it is never too late to make the most of what can be our most precious days.
Wisdom is with aged men, And with length of days, understanding. (Job 12:12 NKJV)