{"id":584,"date":"2018-02-08T01:07:41","date_gmt":"2018-02-07T22:07:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jacob.zikusooka.com\/?p=584"},"modified":"2018-06-15T13:02:44","modified_gmt":"2018-06-15T10:02:44","slug":"numbering-my-days","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jacob.zikusooka.com\/?p=584","title":{"rendered":"Numbering My Days"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>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\u2019ve 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 \u201cnumbering my days.\u201d Reason: That I might attain to wisdom. A very sobering thought. If the 70 years of a &#8220;normal&#8221; 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.<img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-586\" src=\"https:\/\/jacob.zikusooka.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/06\/lunchbox-237x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"237\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/jacob.zikusooka.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/06\/lunchbox-237x300.jpg 237w, https:\/\/jacob.zikusooka.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/06\/lunchbox-600x760.jpg 600w, https:\/\/jacob.zikusooka.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/06\/lunchbox.jpg 758w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 237px) 100vw, 237px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>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&#8230; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/jacob.zikusooka.com\/?p=584\">Continue Reading &rarr;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":585,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jacob.zikusooka.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/584"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jacob.zikusooka.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jacob.zikusooka.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jacob.zikusooka.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jacob.zikusooka.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=584"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/jacob.zikusooka.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/584\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":587,"href":"https:\/\/jacob.zikusooka.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/584\/revisions\/587"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jacob.zikusooka.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/585"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jacob.zikusooka.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=584"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jacob.zikusooka.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=584"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jacob.zikusooka.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=584"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}