Stones under rushing water

Time is measured in seconds, minutes, hours--moments. 

It is fleeting. Not one mili-second can be brought back. When its gone it cannot be resuscitated. 

I came home for the Thanksgiving holiday. It's always a joy to walk into a house full of people who truly have prepared for and anticipated your arrival. I never get tired of seeing the expressions on my parents faces when I walk in the door.  The gleam in their eyes will never get old to me. The love is evident. While I'm here I'll try my best to make the most of every day with them. I'll try to make as much time for them and others as possible. It's not an obligation, its a choice. I decided today to take an hour and a half nap today, when I woke up later I immediately wished I hadn't. I lost time. I missed moments. Hours I could have spent shopping with my mother or minutes I could have spent sitting with my father--gone.

It is all too often we take advantage of time. We miss opportunities and postpone and wait too much. Much more than we should. And we never even notice it. "The years go by like stones under rushing water, we only know when its gone." The seconds we wish we could change are forever faded. You ever get the feeling you should have done something at that moment? All you thought in your head was "i have time." But what if you were supposed to minister to that person at the bus stop? What if that man in front of you in line at walgreens was going to die later on that day? What if someone around you needed your testimony, your faith--your God? Would you be willing to forsake your schedule for the salvation of a soul? Or are you too consumed by your routines and daily activities, taking part in menial jobs that wont take you anywhere...They guarantee no crown.

I urge you to heed the alarm. Dismiss the minute hand. Don't look at your rolex or your blackberry cause their time passes too. How do you measure time? Better yet, how does the person next to you measure time? Find out soon--They may very well be within inches of death.

The joy on our Fathers face when His children come home after having been gone so long. Think for a moment on how far you've wandered or how long you've run. Surely the angels celebrate when a lost sheep comes home. Its always a joy to see the beaming smiles of people who have waited for you. How much more anticipation would come from that of our bridegroom? The one who has waited for what seems like an eternity. Remember that nap you took today? The one you took when the Lord asked you to talk to him? Remember that tv show or computer program you chose to use instead of listening to your   Beloved? There, moments you'll never get back. Moments that you could have spent talking with your Father--GONE.