Fifteen thousand days ago I was born in Orange City, IA to Teunis and Jacqueline Van Voorst on the 24th day of October in the year of our Lord, 1978.
Psalm 90:10-14
The years of our life are seventy,
or even by reason of strength eighty;
yet their span is but toil and trouble;
they are soon gone, and we fly away.
Who considers the power of your anger,
and your wrath according to the fear of you?
So teach us to number our days
that we may get a heart of wisdom.
Return, O Lord! How long?
Have pity on your servants!
Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love,
that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
Fifteen thousand times the sun has risen and set on my breath. Each one a reminder of life and death and renewal. The liturgy of the earth's rotation speaks of light piercing the darkness and the world plunging itself back into darkened chaos. Teach me to number by days and to be instructed by the script each one conveys: there is life and there is death and there full expectation of renewal in the One who commands the sun to march across the sky and earth to spin on its axis.
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