Do you ever feel like time taunts you?
I've felt that way.
Time is a gift given and yet, sometimes, it feels like it's being snatched right out of my grasp. Where does it all go? Like a hamster on his wheel it keeps going and going, but where?
Did I use my time wisely today, I ask myself as I slip into bed at days end?
Did I redeem the time as scripture instructs?
Did I encourage or pray for someone else?
What about my ever increasing to-do list? Did I check anything off?
And most importantly, did I commune with Christ?
I started thinking about what time is and noticed a few things it's not.
Time is not:
My boys run to give me hugs and kisses, and say, "I love you Mom."
I buy them another pair of shoes two sizes bigger than the ones I bought six months
I look at pictures of when they were little.