November 29, 2006, Wednesday

One hundred days after Lydia passed away.

If I live to seventy years old, then there are ten thousand days more. Hundred times hundred, this number is definitely way too big.

The length of our days is seventy years – or eighty, if we have strength; yet their span is but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away…

Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

Psalms 90:10, 12

In a lot of occasions, I seemed to be transparent to some people. They would pretend they did not see me. Well, that is OK, they really did not know how to talk to me or deal with my grief. That really did not hurt me. I prayed to God that they would never need to know the extent of my sorrow.

All I have to do is live everyday for God. Give thanks to the Lord, everyday. No need to count down the ten thousand days. It’s way too many. One day at a time, is a lot easier.