Time flies. Time stands still. Both true. Both false.
Days passed at a crawl the week before our vacation. Our week at the shore, however, was mere minutes. Both were seven days. Time stands still; time flies…or so it seems.
The reality is that the Creator of the Universe “changes time and seasons” (Daniel 2:21), therefore we can be sure time is constant, consistent. He gives us the exact same number of minutes every single day, without fail.
Time is *flying* in my life right now. Children are changing almost daily, little girls have morphed into young ladies, mere babes threatening to graduate and go to college, and the firstborn keeps flitting in and out of the nest between semesters. Meanwhile, we are going to basketball games, piano practice, recitals, basketball games, shopping for bigger shoes, parent meetings, home group, basketball games, shopping for longer jeans, having friends over, and going to basketball games. Can it be, that in the midst of it all, I’m missing out on something?
Getting to class on this icy day was not a hazard for us; it’s just down the hall and through the doorway on the right. But we took a *snow day* anyway. We (I) need to slow down. Sit. Breathe. Enjoy.
This snow was the perfect reminder to be still, to appreciate the time He has given me today, to take in these little chickadees.
I love snow days. I loved this day.
Sand. Nothing more. Nothing less. Simplicity at it’s best.
She hasn’t a care in the world!
This is why I love the coast so much. The stresses of life give way to rest and peace of mind. It is true that every time our family has been to the coast, we have been on vacation. But what’s that got to do with it, anyway? Just because we get to wake up to the sound of the sea every morning and have no place to be; and just because we get to stay in our jammy pants until we decide to walk down the wooden steps to the beach; and just because we get to linger there as long as our hearts desire; and just because there are no responsibilities or chores…
Ok, so maybe the “vacation” part does have a little something to do with it. But in spite of that fact, there is no denying the allure of the coast. It’s intoxicating and addicting, in a good way. Majestic mountains compel me to stand in awe of the Creator; the ocean, to bow in reverence for Him.
The seashore is a dear friend, whom this Texas gal sorely misses. Who doesn’t love the coast? I just can’t imagine! I know, however, there are some more enchanted by land’s end than others. I am grateful that my middle-most child is a kindred spirit in my coastal love. We both miss, and long to visit, our dear friend, the sea!