From the small notes the girls sneaked into my lunch bag this morning to a wife (an angel-on-loan to me, if you asked me) who has been travailing and beseeching heaven on my behalf since the year begun, to the surprise birthday celebration that my co-laborers pulled off (and I thought I was going to the board room for a strategy meeting;-), I have been reminded that mine is a life truly blessed. I’ve always lived with a sense of urgency and for no particular reason did not think I would live to be 40. And now am 43. I still live with a sense of urgency but more so with eternity in mind. Every single day, am reminded that I should be about redeeming the time or what Moses (in Psalm 90) called “numbering my days.” Reason: That I might attain to wisdom. A very sobering thought. If the 70 years of a “normal” lifespan were squeezed into a single day, it would be round about 3pm in the late afternoon of my life. Am now closer to Sundown than First Light. And I must glance at the clock every so often.