Our days are like beautiful summer fields as God gives them to us. The minutes are blooming flowers and silvery grass-blades and stalks of wheat with their germs of golden grains. The hours are trees with their rich foliage or vines with their blossom-prophecies of purple clusters. Oh the fair, blessed possibilities of the days and hours and minutes as they come to us from God's hands! But what did you do with yesterday? How does the little acre of that one day look to you now? What are we doing with our time? Every moment God gives us has in it a possibility of beauty as well as something to be accounted for. Are we using our time for God?