A Time For . . . You & Me

Time is (has always been) a fascination of mine. It moves quickly. “Now”—the true present—is merely a blink, a quick breath, before it evolves into the past. The future is always before us; it never truly is.

2017 was a so-so year. Okay, it was a crappy year, I readily [now] confess. But angst and all those negative up-down emotions experienced last year are past. They’re silly/sad memories. And that’s okay. Because I’d not have arrived at this point if I’d not undergone what I had. Rants, sorrow, frustration, anger have made me stronger, thankful, and so much more aware. . . . I’m ready for anything that Time wants to hand me.

On that note, let’s consider the following from Ecclesiastes 3:1-8:

1 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: 2 a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, 3 a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, 4 a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, 5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, 6 a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, 7 a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, 8 a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.

Time: I may not have as much of it as I once did (the bloom of youth has long faded), but I will endeavor to make the most of what is coming. Amen.