Will I live another year, Father?
That’s what I ask my doctor,
Each year around my birthday
When I have a check-up.
He checks blood pressure,
and heart rhythm,
Arranges blood tests,
Asks about my health,
my state of mind.
And I ask,
So will I make it to my next birthday?
It’s enough, Father.
I don’t need to know how or when.
It’s enough to know that you are here—
Wherever and whenever ‘here’ may be,
And you are there—
Wherever and whenever ‘there’ may be …
Waiting for me.
Yes, we should make the most of what God gives, both the bounty and the capacity to enjoy it, accepting what’s given and delighting in the work. It’s God’s gift! God deals out joy in the present, the now. It’s useless to brood over how long we might live. (Ecclesiastes 5: 19–20, MSG)