Wasting Time, or Not

Not too long ago, I wrote about the gradual coming of spring.

Spring in my neck of the woods has been interesting. Some days have been colder, some warmer; we've had snow, and temperatures in the eighties.

Yet, though gradual, it also comes on so suddenly. I look around, and the trees are filled with green leaves. Flowers are beginning to bloom more profusely. The weather seems to be settling a bit.

Life is so odd in how it can be like that as well. Things seem to take forever, and then it's as if it all happened overnight.

"The older I get, the faster time flies," sounds like something "old" people say. Yet it's certainly the case.

Why do I deal with the subject of time flying so often here? Perhaps it's just something that photographers notice. Our craft is highly based on time and seasons.

Maybe it really is that I'm getting "old"; that I notice how quickly time flies.

Maybe it's the fact that Scripture speaks so clearly and often about the subject.

I'm not sure.

But here's to not wasting time. Something I'm far too guilty of.

May we redeem the time, by God's grace.