The Stopwatch!

    I have often thought that it would be cool if dad had started a stopwatch when I was born. Then, when someone asked me how old I am, I could pull it out of my pocket and say, "23 years, 5 months, 17 days, 9 hours and 43, 44, 45... seconds." Would that not be class?
    But then I thought, "There is another timer going. But instead of counting up the years, it counts down the ones I have left."
    How do I spend this time? Am I wasting it by focusing on vain things, by idling or by inefficiency? I should be redeeming the time because the days are evil. (Eph 5:16)
    Maybe there is another stopwatch. It reads the amount of time spent for God and the time spent for me. Which one reads the most?