Twenty-Five: It's quite a
common place number.
We see it often – enough
that it's significance is brushed aside.
There's twenty-five days in
every month.
Every hour has twenty-five
minutes.
Twenty-five is in time,
money, and so much more.
But there's one place we
don't find twenty-five.
There's not twenty-five
hours in every day.
We lead busy lives. Hours
pass by quickly.
Sometimes I wish that God
would give me a 25th hour in the day.
An hour just for me,
something no one else gets.
An extra hour of work, and
extra hour of sleep.
An extra hour of prayer –
even though I probably don't mean that.
But nothing is changed.
Every day has only
twenty-four hours.
What do I expect? Should I
get special treatment?
God's told us he's no
respecter of persons.
He's the same God who gives
rain to all,
And allows storms and
tragedy with no exemptions.
But when He does give more,
He expects more in return.
But I'm looking at it all
wrong.
It's not what I lack, but
what I've already received.
Every hour is a blessing
from God,
And He gives twenty-four
every day!
Is twenty-four somehow not enough?
Just because He gives to
everyone the same,
Must I venture to ask for
another?
But again I miss the point!
Because He's already given
me twenty-five!
If I've been praying for a
twenty-fifth hour,
I'm praying for what I've
already received.
For in His goodness, I've
lived to twenty-five!
Millions have died before
even seeing the world.
Twenty-five thousand times
four just today.
So do I deserve twenty-five?
Not at all!
Do I deserve twenty-four?
Not that either!
Am I worried about what more
I'll receive?
Or am I grateful for what
I've been given?
Do I somehow deserve these
gifts from above?
If I get twenty-five or if I
get one-hundred,
Every hour is a gift
nonetheless.
The truth is, I'm already
living in that 25th hour . . .
An extra blessing from God
not deserved.
But back to the years,
hours, and time.
Is it really the quantity
that matters?
Should I judge based on how
much I receive?
Observe Christ, he had only
thirty-three here on earth.
But look at what He
accomplished!
So my focus is wrong when I
ask for more,
Because I think that more
means better.
It's not about how many
hours you have,
But how you spend the hours
you're given.
It's not about how many
years you get,
But what you do with the
years you live in.
It's not how long you
live – but how you live.
Things make sense when I fix
my thinking.
So what am I doing with what
God's already given?
It's not about whether Bob
got more, the same, or less.
It's about what I've been
given and how I respond?
I stop my begging for that
twenty-fifth hour.
Why should He give me
twenty-five hours in every day?
He's already given me
twenty-four!
And yet, He still gives
twenty-five all the time!
May I honor Him with every
gift He's given.
© Daniel Lorimer
April 20, 2013
For my 25th Birthday.
