Still . . . when life whirls around too fast, and I'm not getting as much done as I need to do, sometimes I think Could we please just start this day over again? I'd like to have another run at it. I think I could do it better this time. Do you ever do that? Most often I remember really special times with really special people in really special places, and I catch myself wishing I could just do those over again. Sunsets on that glorious Alaskan cruise. Sunrises over the mist-shrouded glens of Scotland. Riding on the rowdy bus with forty choir members through the emerald green landscapes of Ireland. Standing on an arched bridge over International Boulevard in Geneva, Switzerland, looking at the flags of all the nations of earth, singing "Love In Any Language." Ah . . . sweet memories.
Time Retreat
Why can't yon clock take backward flight?Why prod and push me day and night?
Why hurry me 'til worn I sigh
And onward march me 'til I die?
Instead, twist hands now right to left;
Tomorrow's dulled ears be deaf!
Let future's family mourn bereft;
Store glistening hopes on musty shelf.
Retreat, retreat to joys again,
Erasing moments scathed by sin,
Eliminating might-have-been,
Retracing paths of noble men.
Untick, untock, untick, untock
To that sweet moment on the clock
When first I found my precious friend,
And never forward tick again.
What's my point? Savor the special moments of your life. Taste them, feel them, hold them in your heart, glue them into your mind like photographs in a scrapbook. They may not come along again. Life is good. Live it well, love it deeply, share it with those who walk through it with you day by day. And every step of the way hold on to the hand of the One who gave it to you to enjoy.
Blessings, Mary
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