s I write this,
Florence and I are preparing for a road trip to California to visit family. As
you read this, we will be on the road back to Bothell. That’s how fast the
time goes.
I have often
wondered why it is that time seems to go faster as one gets older. Someone
recently offered me a theory on that however I cannot recall that idea at the
moment.
Moments of time
seem more precious to me now than they used to, I suppose because they seem to
pass so quickly. For example, a lunch with one of our daughters, or time alone
with Florence, these brief moments of time are extremely valuable to me now.
Perhaps this is all because I realize that there is less of life ahead of me
than behind me. It’s simply a matter of age.
I believe God gave
us time to use wisely. On Father’s Day I remembered the time my Dad spent with
me. I recalled simple things, like playing catch in the park, and going to
baseball games. My Dad taught me many things, but it is the time I remember
most.
This summer, if you
are able, take some time with your loved ones, and take some time for rest and
renewal for yourself. Time is a gift from God.
Peace,
