So we gained an “extra” hour sometime Sunday morning.  I’ve always thought it was the strangest thing that in most parts of the USA we feel we have the right to manipulate the clock twice a year.  I find it annoying.  And my brother once said he was going to start a movement called “P.A.C.T” – People Against Changing Time.

But my personal feelings aside, this change in November is my favorite of the two.  We turn the clock back an hour.  I love the extra hour of sleep.  I love that it’s lighter earlier.  And strange as it sounds, I like that it gets darker earlier in the evening.  It makes me feel cozy.

We make a big deal about the “extra hour”.  But in reality, every hour we have is an “extra hour”.  Every hour is a gift, because God gives it to us.  He controls our every breath and our every heartbeat.   And in His sovereignty, He could decide at any time that our hours here on earth are done.

I need to make the most of every hour I’m given, not just the “extra” one we get in November.  There are things God wants me to do with the hours He gives me, and I don’t want to get to the end of my hours and look back in regret, seeing how many I let slip by without doing what I was supposed to do.

“So teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom”.          Psalm 90:12

We need to number our hours, too.  Especially the extra ones.


LORD, make me to know my end, and what is the measure of my days, that I may know how frail I am. Psalm 39:4

Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might; for there is no work or device or knowledge or wisdom in the grave where you are going. Ecclesiastes. 9:10

…redeeming the time, because the days are evil. Ephesians 5:16



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