That ‘Monday morning’ feeling can sneak up on a person. Blues breathe their fumes all over the day, leaking into the rest of the week.
Maybe I’m feeling my age. A body’s aches and pains pave the way to pivotal thinking.
A new week begins and life moves on. There is no way to grasp back time.
Maybe I’m more aware of my mortality.
This life spans out with defined end points. A gateway to the grave.
And I am hungry to redeem whatever time is left. Capture the essence of it all.
Be aware of each precious moment.
Live with an attitude of gratitude.
Listen to my life.
“Listen for him. Listen to the sweet and bitter airs of your present and your past for the sound of him” ~ Frederick Beuchner
Hear Holy Spirit speaking. Sense His whispers on the wind.
Heed the call to live life as fully and freely as possible.
Because each breath and each day is gift; every moment is grace.
And I know I need to be ready to embrace change ~ even as I cling to God’s grace to let go of familiar.
Centuries chronicle events in cement
Hours herald a pause, point, purpose
Rivers run into tides of transformation
Omega opens a final pathway to tread
No mere mortal can stem the flow
Old originating in the new, ad infinitum
Seconds, seasons and sadness signal its passing
Time on the move
a barely perceptible stream
which goes before
flows in-between and after
time as the future
passing through the present
and becoming the past
sequential and eventual
sliding on fast
to its final descent
“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven” ~ Ecclesiastes 3:1
How do you feel about redeeming the time and making the most of the moments?