My morning routine, no matter how rushed or relaxed it is, typically includes two intentional thoughts as I wrap my brain around the notion that a new day is at hand, that I have another crack at 24 hours on this Earth.
And these two intentional thoughts, I kid you not, occur in the bathroom as I squint in the mirror atop the sink, prepared to enlist the aid of Maybelline to literally face the day as I nurse that first cup or two of coffee.
The thoughts are more like two prayers.
The first one is asking God to help me be a good steward of my time as I stand on the threshold of another day of work, home and other commitments.
Now that I'm in my 50s I understand all too well that saying "Youth is wasted on the young."
I get it now. Painfully so.
And I cringe when I hear the lament "I'm bored" or "I don't have anything to do."
I've all but forgotten what that luxury might be like.
The beginning of my day is like a slice of bread.
The end of my day is like another slice of bread.
In between the two are sandwiched the responsibilities of adulthood on both the professional and personal levels.
There's always a lot of stuff going on.
So I want to be a good steward of my time in the midst of that, respecting that each day is a gift, and acknowledging that, yes, each day could be the last day. That's not really a morbid thought I dwell on - it's just a reality I consider in my pre-mascara, getting-caffeinated moments.
It's one of those fleeting thoughts where I take a deep breath and say to myself, "OK, Janice, this could be it. How are you going to spend today?"
So my prayer to be a good steward of my time is the realization that each day brings things I must do, things I've got to do, but each day also brings things that God needs me to do.
After all, we're all here for a reason, a thought I especially contemplate during the Easter season.
I hope somehow to strike a healthy balance in that department, to have the wisdom to respect the tick-tock of the clock and yet the heart to hear and respond to what I'm called to do.
My other thought is a verse from the Old Testament, from Psalm 51:6 - "Create in me a clean heart and renew in me a right spirit."
I'm not really one to memorize Bible verses but for some reason this one has stuck. It keeps showing up, creeping into my consciousness kind of like a song you can't get out of your head.
So I look in the bathroom mirror, and I say it out loud. "Create in me a clean heart and renew in me a right spirit."
It's because I know I need a clean heart, and because I know I need a renewed spirit every day.
The beauty of it is that it's possible, courtesy of a Savior who died for me and you.
(Kiaski, a resident of Steubenville, is a staff columnist and features writer for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times and community editor for the Herald-Star. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.)