by Shelly Bruno
Lately, my thoughts often turn to the Feast of Tabernacles. Celebrating the Feast has always been a highlight of my year—a sort of pivotal point. As a kid, it usually meant a wonderful time spent with family and friends, and the exhilarating trip to Toys R Us with a one hundred dollar bill (that equals a lot of Barbie accessories, by the way). Although I’m anxious for the Feast this year, I’m trying to refrain from rushing the days away to get there.
My new goal is to use each day to the best of my ability. Some days seem to rush by: get up, make breakfast, get dressed, run errands, make dinner, and go to bed. Next day: repeat. Of late I’ve wondered what I’ve accomplished each day. Some days it feels like little more than existing. But I can do better. I need to do better.
This thought process has taken me even further. There is a much more meaningful point in my future: the time I hope to enter God’s Family. I know how many days are left before we celebrate the Feast, but I don’t know how many days I have left as a physical person. If I fail to use each day I’m given to grow, mature and prepare, then I won’t be ready. While I’m eager to enter God’s Family, I don’t have control of that timeframe. What I do control is focusing on my spiritual growth each day.
While I work on perfecting my new goal, I hope to get a lot of practice. The Feast is just 63 days away, and that’s a deadline I can put on the calendar with great anticipation. As I check those days off, I need to live and expect that entering God’s Family is not far beyond that—the ultimate pivot point.
