Well... school has started and time is passing quickly. Zoey is in the 7th grade. Where did the time go? I would like to say I remember all the days of Zoey but I can't.
I remember the day God gave her to me, bringing her home, her firsts of smiling, eating, walking, etc.
I remember... I treasure lots of memories--soccer games, homeschooling, gymnastics, riding a bike without training wheels, her 2nd grade year, awards programs, her first play, every birthday party ...etc.
I am still waiting for a few memories. But that would be rushing time.
I waste a lot of time... whether it be doing nothing or something that really is nothing.
Today I was reminded a of a few things about time.
NEVER take it for granted. We never know the day nor the hour our TIME will come.
Two boys at my school just lost a lot of time. Their father and grandfather were murdered. Mother survived but she introduced this man into her family. And he took some TIME from them all.
They just lost their father... time lost... the times they will get awards, have a first anything, time they will accomplish a milestone, time of listening, laughing, and loving ... gone...
They will never have the chance to hear his manly advice or hear dad yelling the loudest at the basketball game. They won't have time to hear the daddy say great job, you're the best, or even I love you.
In this time I will hold Zoey a little more closer. I will tell her I love her daily. Listen more and laugh more.
Time you see is so precious. So worthy to remember who and what is important in our lives.
Don't let the sun go down on an argument, because you never know when time will run out on you. And we never know when the time is for our loved ones is near. Their father never knew that a birthday party would turn so violent so quickly.
May God bless those boys, their mother and families. Give them peace and comfort for the lonely days ahead. I can't even imagine losing a parent, a child or even a close friend.
