Life's Book

Life’s Book

“No matter what else you are doing

                                                From cradle days through to the end,

You are writing your life’s secret story---

                                                Each day sees another page penned.

Each month ends a thirty-page chapter,

                                                Each year means the end of a part---

And never an act is misstated

                                                Or even one wish of the heart.

Each day when you wake, the book opens,

                                                Revealing a page clean and white---

What thoughts and what words and what doings

                                                Will cover its pages by night?

God leaves that to you---you’re the writer---

                                                And never a word shall grow dim,

Till the day you write the word Finish

                                                And give your Life’s Book back to him.”    

Author Unknown

The author of this poem makes a relevant observation about the presence of our lives; it is happening now, and it is not finished. We should give heed to the thought that our book is not complete our story still uncertain.

Many look at chapters of failures and disappointments and allow that existence to guide the rest of their narration. Sadly, the end won’t be any different for those. Yet some unhealthily rest in wonderful accomplishments and praiseworthy actions to the point that the character that once propelled them into the former acts of righteousness, has now eroded to such a pitiful foundation that all can hold up is the words of remembrance of those former times. Many fall into this trap unknowingly. Somehow they exchange the excitement of action and accomplishing for a satisfaction of past accomplishments that lulls them into a state of complacency.  I fear the latter group will not have an ending much better than the first. Let us keep our eyes forward and press on towards our savior as we write our story today. Despite what the author of the poem states, we don’t decide when our story is finished, so live today like it’s the chapter God might end with.