Dear Time,
I am writing to you today to say I would greatly appreciate your co-operation in a matter that I have been feeling the effects of more and more crucially as different dates and occasions roll around.
Dear Time, you are passing by much too quickly. Please slow down. If I could only grasp your coat-tails and savor more of the minutes and moments of each good thing and blessed day.
My sister celebrates her birthday today and I don’t see how we can have daughters who are teenagers already. It was just the other day when we were teenagers ourselves and I would listen as she played the harmonica or we would have friends over and stay up too late or we would sneak cookies out of the freezer and defrost them over a sink of hot water.
Dear Time, I can hear the you ticking away as I type. Two clocks in my living room, tick-tocking away. These reflections often bring to mind Karen Kingsbury’s children’s book, {affiliate link} Let Me Hold You Longer. In this book, she commemorates and contemplates the lasts. We celebrate many firsts, but the lasts come too. Often unannounced and quietly and we don’t even realize they’ve happened.
Precious, simple moments and bright flashes from your past, Would I have held on longer if I’d known they were your last?Dear Time, there are so many lasts that I am already past. You keep moving them along and adding to them. There are moments when I want to reach up and stop your pendulum. Just a pause while I hold on a little longer. I’m not always ready to say good-bye or see the last time come. No, I’m not.
Dear Time, you stay steady, always moving right along. Always. There is much to be said for steadiness, but if you could just consider my request and slow down and let me hang on a little tighter to the next few years, it would be much appreciated.
Sincerely,
Deborah
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Amen. And Amen. Please Time, slow down a little for the next 40 years?!
And some day time will be no more and we will dwell forevermore in the glorious place our Savior has prepared for us. And that is the only thing that helps soothe the pangs that say, “slow down, Time, and let me linger here just a little longer. Let this phase of time stretch out and out.” But time keeps on “sifting through our fingers like sand.” So lets just bear in mind that today sees us one day closer to our eternal home where time will be no more. Well written, Deborah, and I can so identify with what you are saying.
Amen! So true!
Oh, it moves so, so fast. Makes me catch my breath sometimes!
It’s especially that way when you have a baby growing and changing every month!