Time:

We were out on a lovely errand just a few minutes ago. My wife and I took our second oldest granddaughter out for breakfast on her birthday. Kathy and I agree with her step-mom--They are growing up too fast. We left the house early, because Madeline had to be back at school--a shorter-term indication that time is riding its winged chariot hard. Then the "Time-is-passing" Chorus kicked in on the way back. The yuletide leftovers--dead Christmas trees, cardboard boxes that had recently held Christmas treasures, wrapping paper and discarded decorations--with twinkle severely dimmed, were out on the curb waiting to be taken by a very un-holiday-ish truck to their final rest.
When asked what you are doing today, many of you will include "back to" as part of your answer.
In this brief interlude between our birth day and the time when a much fancier vehicle will take us to our special landfill, what do we hope to accomplish? Now that the gray of winter has replaced the sparkle of Christmas and the flash of New Year, we can't--we never should have--avoid the question any longer.
At this point you probably hope for something profound. If profundity is appropriate I hope you find it from someone "profounder" than me. I have nothing beyond "put on your boots, zip up your jacket, and get out there and do it. I am thoroughly convinced that for 99.999999% of us our impact in this world will not consist of any single major accomplishment, but an accumulation. The Biblical term is "faithfulness."
1 Corinthians 4:2 says, "Now, a person who is put in charge as a manager must be faithful. (NLT) Each of us, no matter how we spend our time from 9 to 5, has been put in charge of something, if nothing else we are managers of those 480 minutes--not to mention the rest of our days. Are we being worthy of the trust extended to us?

It's STTA.