Cause for Celebration

Today represents a wide variety of demarcations: U.S. Postage Stamp Day, Zip Code Day, and the fact half of the year has passed us by.  In addition, Monday is the Fourth of July, the day the United States celebrates its independence from Great Britain.  Wow!  This is one event-filled month.  First, to mention half the year has elapsed speaks volume as to how precious of a commodity time is.  Once it is gone, it is irretrievable...forever behind us never to get utilized again.  How did I spend the time given me?  Was I a good steward striving toward God's Will, or did I simply waste it for my own selfish pleasures such as laziness and sloth?  I only get one shot at this thing called life.  How I spend it is a reflection of my beliefs, namely the faith, or the lack thereof, I have in the Almighty Creator of the universe.  As I grow older, I am more cognizant of time, as there is more behind me now than there is ahead of me.  Most people assume they have many years to enjoy on earth, but that is faulty reasoning.  No one knows how long they will live, for I personally may die tomorrow.  I must not take life for granted.  On a less somber note, I was pleased the postage stamp had its own day of recognition.  For many years, ever since Junior High School, I have been a philatelist.  To the lay person, all that means is I am a stamp collector.  Since I don't have a lot of money to invest in the hobby, I am always on the lookout for stamps at either garage or estate sales.  On several occasions I have struck gold in finding entire or partial stamp collections for sale at nearly pennies on the dollar.  Each and every time I rejoice at the opportunity to expand my collection.  Hobbies such as stamp collecting provide such a sense of joy almost nothing else can bring.  Take this day to recognize the value of time and how you invest in the passing moment.  For me, it is in the will of God and the hobbies He has allowed me to have.

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