On Making Much of Time

In thinking and dealing with the home-going of my niece Elli and my children Bridget and Kasey, I have been reminded to make the most of the time I have. Just yesterday I read a very timely devotional reading in Streams in the Dessert by L.B. Cowman, it reads:

" 'I was among the exiles by the Kebar River, the heavens were opened and I saw visions of God ... There the hand of the Lord was upon [me].' (Ezekiel 1:1, 3)

there is nothing that makes the Scriptures more precious to us than a time of 'captivity.' The old psalms of God's Word have sung for us with compassion by our stream at Babel and have resounded with new joy as we have seen the Lord deliver us from captivity and 'restore our fortunes, ... like streams in the Negev' (Ps. 126:4).
A person who has experienced great difficulties will not be easily parted from his Bible. Another book may appear to others to be identical, but to him it is not the same. Over the old and tear-stained pages of his Bible, he has written a journal of his experiences in words that are only visible to his eyes. Through those pages, he has time and again come to the pillars of the house of God and 'to Elim, where there were ... palm trees' (Ex. 15:27). And each of those pillars and trees have become a remembrance for him of some critical time in his life.
In order to receive any benefit from our captivity, we must accept the situation and be determined to make the best of it. [emphasis mine] Worrying over what we have lost or what has been taken from us will not make things better but will only prevent us from improving what remains. We will only serve to make the rope around us tighter if we rebel against it.
In the same way, an excitable horse that will not calmly submit to its bridle only strangles itself. And a high-spirited animal that is restless in its yoke only bruises its own shoulders. Everyone will understand the analogy that Laurence Stern, a minister and author of the eighteenth century, penned regarding a starling and a canary. He told of the difference between a restless starling that broke its week struggling against the bars of its cage and continually cried, 'I can't get out! I can't get out!' and a submissive canary that sat on its perch and sang songs that surpassed even the beauty of those of lark that soared freely to the gates of heaven.
No calamity will ever bring only evil to us, if we will immediately take it in fervent prayer to God. Even as we are taking shelter beneath a tree during a downpour of rain, we may unexpectedly find fruit on its branches. And when we flee to God, taking refuge beneath the shadow of his wing, we will always find more in Him than we have ever before seen or known.
Consequently, it is through our trials and afflictions that God gives us fresh revelations of Himself. Like Jacob, we must cross the 'ford of the Jabbok' (Gen. 32:22) if we are ever to arrive at Peniel, where he wrestled with the Lord, was blessed by Him, and could say 'I saw God face to face, and yet my life was spared' (Gen. 32:30).
Make this story your own, dear captive, and God will give you 'songs in the night' (Job 35:10) and will turn your 'blackness into dawn' (Amos 5:8). Nathaniel William Taylor

Submission to God's divine will is the softest pillow on which to rest.
It filled the room, and it filled my life,
With a glory of source unseen;
It made me calm in the midst of strife,
And in winter my heart was green.
And the birds of promise sang on the tree
When the storm was breaking on land and sea."

Today as I was enjoying the fall weather with Millie and delighting in making her laugh in the bath, I thought of the poem "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time" by Robert Herrick

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then, be not coy, but use your time,
And, while ye may, go marry;
For, having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.