Tempus fugit, Father. Irretrievably, time flies. Hours build to days and days to weeks, and my to do list is as long as ever. Mom tried to warn me. I can’t get back the wasted hours. The older I get, the faster the globe seems to spin. Every day dawns, and before I know it, sunset steals the light. Help me order my days, Lord. Help me balance the times of work and those of rest in the most efficient way. Show me how to number my days properly and choose priorities as you desire. As with all you give me, grow me into a good steward of my time. Let my days glorify you and my nights recover my resilience. Keep me on track for the goal you set. Forgive the times I veer off the path. Thank you for righting my direction. I pray in the name and authority of Jesus, who sits at your right hand, interceding for me, according to your good and perfect will. Amen.

“So teach us to number our days
that we may get a heart of wisdom.” (Psalm 90:12 ESV)