Weeks ago... nay, MONTHS ago... before the leaves started falling from the trees,
and before the frigid temps of winter set in,
and before the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season completely derailed
the bulk of my normal routine,
my littlest two enjoyed a Sunday ride (#918).
where HAS the time gone??
And why... oh, why... is it passing so quickly?
What I would give to slow. it. down.
So I scroll through again. And again. And again.
And I begin to panic.
Because these days are fleeting
and everything within me rebels against that reality.
Why must it be this way???
But then He whispers. And soothes. And comforts. And reminds.
And I pause. And relax. And breathe. And smile.
Because this is the way He planned it.
And His ways are always best.
And with that peace, I give thanks.
I wouldn't want it any other way.