Everyone goes through the short-timer syndrome: days move slowly, work draws out, life seems to be one prolonged move after another. And then the anticipated event comes and then--nothing. A sort of anticlimax. What happened? Where did all the time go? Is this the result of all my labor?

Moses' wrote at least one psalm that we can identify as his through the title of Psalm 90. He must have had one of those days, at least 43,800 of them--days, that is. He lived to ripe old age of 120, and 40 of them were spent in leading God's people in the wilderness. His psalm is a song of weariness and yet hope. In seventeen verses he speaks of God's power and majesty in comparison to people corrupted by sin and seeing death in the future.

But then he goes on to get to the point of this, beginning in verse 12, which also is where our psalm reading for this next Sunday begins--how about that?

12 So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom. 13 Return, O Lord! How long? Have pity on your servants! 14 Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love, that we may rejoice and be glad all our days. 15 Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us, and for as many years as we have seen evil. 16 Let your work be shown to your servants, and your glorious power to their children. 17 Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us, and establish the work of our hands upon us; yes, establish the work of our hands!

We see that the Lord uses us and our lives in service to Him and others (Love God; love neighbor), anticipation of the return of Jesus Christ (Come, Lord Jesus), living daily in a life of repentance and faith that our sin is forgiven through Jesus, salvation lived out in the lives of God's people, anticipating the Lord's return and His ultimate work of vindication of His saints on the Last Day and joy of the bodily resurrection of all people in Christ and eternal life in fellowship of all those who have died in the Lord.

Come, Lord Jesus, come!