Time is on my mind. Time is relative to each person. We all have 24 hours every day. Time passes quickly for some, but slowly for others.
This family is on my mind a lot. I wonder how time is passing for them? Is it going too quickly as they lose their precious son to an unforgiving disease? Is time passing slowly because they want to savor every moment, to permanently etch a word or touch in their minds?
The holidays are over, and life is ho-hum here. I guess I am grateful; excitement doesn't always translate to good things. I am having a hard time finding things to write. I am looking forward to the end of February.
Buzz and Puff are almost halfway through their nine week track at school. How is that possible? Before I know it, they will be off for three weeks.
Time is scary! Time whirs by, leaving everything in a blur. I find myself dazed, contemplating how much time has passed; how my children have grown; how my baby is almost five-years-old.
Time is confusing! No wonder Einstein spent so much effort studying time.
Time drags when I try to control my food intake. It moves in slow motion when I want to lose weight. Every day is arduous when you are avoiding that brownie; and yet when I look back at "target weight dates", I realize how much time I have wasted. I should be ahead in the game, so why am I still trying to catch up?
Time is a precious commodity. It is perishable. You can't hoard time! Time can't be collected and saved to use when you need it later.
Time is a friend. Time is a enemy. I have a responsibility on how I use that time. Do I call time my friend or do I call time my enemy?
Time stops for no man or woman, even the most powerful person can't control it.
Time winds down for all, some faster than others. The clock is slowing for a little boy, his heart beats slower every day. Too soon the clock will permanently stop for Mitchell. He will move on, and time will no longer control this child.
Time is a gift...every day.....every hour.....every minute.....every second. How will I choose to use that gift?
I too have that special family on my mind. It is crazy how much their words and stories match what I felt at every moment with my own son's last days. It's as if they were there 8 yrs. ago or as if I was writing their entries myself. I pray for them always. I hope time is going slow for them, but having experienced it, I'm betting it is going to fast for them. Time always seems to go too fast these days. I hope all is well with you and your family. God bless you and God bless those suffering.
ReplyDeleteI to wish we could slow time or at times even stop time if just to savor those precious moments.
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