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As a young child I felt that time operated in slow motion when it came to important FUN events. Time, like a long ride in the car, compelled me to ask, "Are we there yet?" Summers filled with swimming and camping drifted at a leisurely pace before routine school days. And in December, the days slowed to a crawl until we could celebrate.
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Now that I am older, time finds me wondering how we arrived at the end of the week when I just left church. Days fly by and going to bed seems like a short jump from getting up and putting the comforter and shams back in place. Birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, fly off the calendar as the monthly pages are folded away. Moments longed for are savored but lived in fast motion.
The irony is this: by the time we are older, we have learned to enjoy every little moment. We look forward to each day and we aren't in a rush for the clock to strike midnight. Every visit with those we care about is an event. Every tick of the clock makes us realize that life is a GIFT. Go out and enjoy the scenery!
"Man is like a breath; his days are like a fleeting shadow." Psalm 144:4
Dorie,
ReplyDeleteThanks for being such a good writer! This was so special on time!
Sandy