Every spring and every fall we dutifully make the rounds to our clocks and digital devices, putting them first forward an hour and then back in an attempt to make the days “longer”.
As if time was in our hands.
The sun rises and sets according to the Creator’s schedule, we can neither speed the world’s turning, nor slow it down. We can only choose whether to be present in the moments He grants us.
The day Dominic died settled firmly any ideas I may have had about time, or control, or knowing what the future holds. In one instant, a line was drawn across the years and they were divided into “before” and “after”. I couldn’t turn back the clock and gain even a single hour of the days or weeks or months before his accident.
Don’t waste the precious and irretrievable hours you are given-we are all just one breath away from eternity.
Clocks don’t determine the length and quality of my days–love, laughter and gentleness do.
None of us knows when our lives will end.
Because I have been forced to face the truth that time is in God’s hands–I choose to spend the time He gives me on things that matter, pouring into the lives of those around me and sharing what’s important with those I love.
“So teach us to number our days
that we may gain a heart of wisdom”
Psalm 90:12
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“We are all just one breath away from eternity”
What powerful , beautiful, authentic writing.
You are a light in so many of our broken hearts through your shared experienced and graced writing.
Thankyou. Every day- your words keep me going
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Good morning Melanie. Your post today reminds me of my sisters one word to describe my son Ben who ran away to heaven December 15, 2017. Our pastor asked each of us to use one word to describe him, present. Reading this today I was thinking of the play and book Our Town, Thornton Wilder. So true, tine and being present. Thank you for your daily post, your words all so true to my feelings of my son running ahead to heaven.
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