Another deadline.

My life overflows with them.

Work deadlines, farm deadlines, editor deadlines—if it weren’t for these specific targets, I might finish nothing.

It isn’t for a lack of desire to check tasks off my list. I love ticking the box that declares myself “done.”

I always have more to do than the hours in the day will allow. Perhaps you have the same problem. Some days, I end with more on my plate than I started with. If I think about it, I’d have been better off staying at home in my pajamas than going to work those days. My to-do items would have been shorter at bedtime. Right?

While it’s easy to think like that, we all know better. True, the tasks are never-ending. Also true—the better you are at clearing your list, the more will get dumped onto it. We’ll call that job security for now.

We’re on this planet to accomplish feats that only we can achieve. You have unique capabilities, gifts only you possess. If you don’t put your talents where God intends, it’s a terrible waste.

You’re on a deadline. Our lives are finite. The tricky part is that we don’t know the true end date, so we must work as if every day might be our last. If my life ends tomorrow, I want to have no regrets, knowing I’ve used my talents to the fullest extent possible. The clock is ticking. I want to hear these words…

“His master replied, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!’” Matthew 25:21.