Time 23 August 2018

Sometimes the whole week gets away from me before I even realize that Monday has passed and it’s almost Friday. Sometimes the week drags by like five Mondays. I wonder at the ways I perceive time and the why and wherefores of my perceptions.

Like when you’re a kid and you can’t wait for your birthday or Christmas or that family trip to camp out and time drags until you get there and then it’s over so fast. I guess the anticipation is something you never get over, but I feel like there must be a way to see the blessing and beauty in each moment and somehow to weld into your heart, mind, and soul.

I believe we are meant to notice. Why else would a cool misty morning tug us down the path? Or the call of a friend make us put the work away for a few minutes? Or the heart we gave to another refuse to take silence as an ending? We were not created to be alone. We need that partner in love and life to be able to help us see that blessing and hold those moments together.

About Sally Gerard

I am a writer, runner, teacher, singer, guitar player, mom, lover, coffee drinker, hunter, antique tractor driver, horsewoman, sister, and lover of the outdoors. Did I mention that I love lighthouses?
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3 Responses to Time 23 August 2018

  1. Sally Gerard says:

    Indeed they are, so why do we rush about like we’re on fire?!

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  2. Reblogged this on Pastor Michael Moore's Blog and commented:
    An excellent thought to ponder and to practice…

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  3. Those moments when we slow down are precious and life-giving!

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