Do Dates Matter?

Eleven years ago today I was diagnosed with breast cancer. It’s not on my calendar yet when I awakened in the early hours of the morning, long before it was time to rise, I realized it was January 25 and the significance of it. Then there’s 10/20/2010, the day my Daddy slipped into eternity. There are also wonderful dates I remember, three of which are in August: on the 8th in 1987 I married the love of my life; on the 19th in 1988 I became a mom; and on the 10th in 2016 I became a Mom Mom. But there are other milestones that I can’t recall exactly when they fell on the calendar. Like when I, or either of our children, graduated from high school or college. It makes me wonder if dates matter. I’d say it’s more the day or event rather than its numerical point in time that’s important.

We need to think about and consider the good and even some of the bad things that happened in our lives. They remind us that God is in control, has a perfect plan for each of us, and that all the days ordained for me and you were written in the Almighty’s book before one of them came to be. (Ps 139:16 NIV) They reinforce that There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven…. (Ecc 3:1 NIV). And they make the truth of James 4:14 more real to us: What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. (ESV)

Days are passing quickly. Once they’re gone, we can’t get them back. So let’s make the most of today and every other one we’re given. Because dates may not matter, but days do.

Just something I’m nostalgic about along the way.