In these past days, I am struck by the passing of these moments and the significance of time passing. I won’t get today again. It is passing. Time is passing. Over the last year, I have wanted time to go slower or faster depending on the “things” in those moments in time and the circumstances wrapped up in the time. Our move couldn’t have come quicker. Living surrounded by boxes felt frustrating. Then living without boxes unpacked felt unsettling. Now the living just feels precious, sweet and I am finding myself wanting to lengthen the days.
Now I want time to stop or please just slow down. Could it just stop and let me catch my breath…let me linger longer in these precious moments. Ten days. We have only ten days and then what? Time will tell. But my heart is not ready. My heart wants to linger longer.