In A New York Minute

Good morning! 

It’s that time of year. When everyone is in a hurry. The hustle and bustle of the holiday season. Decorating and shopping and entertaining and more shopping. Too much to do. Not enough time to get it all done. That time of year when we all could use a few extra minutes in our day. Or a few extra days in our minute. šŸ™‚

Do you ever rush through your day hardly taking the time to breathe let alone savor each moment? Do you ever wish you could get more done in your day? Be more productive. 

I don’t know know about you, but my answer would be yes and yes! In a New York minute! šŸ™‚

Did you ever wonder where that phrase came from? 

It means in an instant. A flash. It refers to the fast pace of New York City.

It seems as though when you are young time passes so slowly. Are we there yet?How much longer ’til we’re there? šŸ™‚ Then as we get older, time flies. Before we know it, just like the lyrics of the song, Cat’s in the Cradle say, we are grown and through with college with kids and mortgage payments of our own. Then it all slows down again. When will the grandchildren be here to visit? šŸ™‚

Time. It waits for no one. We all get the same number of minutes in each day. No matter how old or young or rich or poor. Let’s spend them wisely. Let’s savor each moment. Make each minute count. Let’s slow down. And smell the roses. And sip the coffee. And listen to the lyrics of the song. And truly engage with those around us. Our kids. Our spouses. Our students. Whomever they may be for you.

For God’s word tells us, in an instant. In less than a New York minute. The last trumpet will sound. And we all will be changed. 

There’ll be no do overs.  No apologies. No I shoulda, coulda, wouldas. Let’s all change now. Change whatever we need to make right in our lives. Let’s do it. Now. Today. In a New York minute. 

in an instant, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed.     1 Corinthians 15; 52

Love and laughter, 



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