Time flies like an arrow to its mark, and our quiver holds one hand full. Its like yesterday we disembarked, didn't think it would speed up at all. Time seemed still for a while, still does, till pictures bring betrayals, details, blessings, the memories God gives us, us - one unit made up of ourselves.
Consider this poem as a paragraph taken from a journal in which I am writing down my thoughts on current events.
I never built sandcastles, but I built a castle A magnificent home filled with memories
Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away. (James 4:14) Daniel chapter 10.
Time is ticking
