This morning, reading ‘Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom…’
Another translation: ‘Teach us to realize the brevity of life, so that we may grow in wisdom.’
Life is fleeting, each day passes quickly. We’re to value the time we have – not waste it, prioritise what really matters, live intentionally. When we ‘number our days’ we gain wisdom, understand how to live rightly, make moral choices, see our God… with increased perception, greater clarity, more depth.
Last night watching the football…
England started their World Cup campaign, overpowering Croatia 4-2 in an exciting game in Dallas. The defence looked a little frail… The attack looked strong… I heard, ‘Captain Harry Kane hasn’t come to play, he’s come to win.’
I watched England win the 1966 World Cup. We’re dreaming that this might be our year again. The next game’s against Ghana, June 23rd …Panama June 27th …the final July 19th.
England and their team are numbering their days very publicly.
Yesterday learning about Phyllis Latour…
Phyllis joined the Air Force in 1941. Because she spoke fluent French, she became a special agent. Following rigorous training, she was parachuted into Normandy before the D-day landings.
Latour posed as a teenage girl, riding bicycles around the area, chatting with German soldiers. Living dangerously, Latour’s 135 coded messages, invaluable to the allied forces, were sent back to London helping to guide bombing missions to enemy targets.
Phyllis vital days in France were numbered in secret.
This morning, walking along the beach…
Preparations are well underway for this weekend’s ‘First Light Festival’. Publicity describes: ‘…an inspiring programme of music, dance, storytelling, art, science, workshops, wellbeing sessions and family adventures…’
A large bronze sculpture stands on the beach. I’m not sure if it’s human or mythical. It has a sense of thoughtful, lonely heaviness… worn by forces out of its control. Its creator, Laurence Edwards has called it ‘The Long Wait’.
I’m musing on times when numbering my days involves the thoughtful, lonely long wait…
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