The days gone by seem fleeting and vexing.
We turn back at previous episodes and wonder how we grew up so fast.
Indeed the hours seem like curious drippings of sand in what feels like a spiraled funnel.
We were merely five and just in a wink, we stood fifty.
Where have all the memories gone?
If I pause long and hard, I should notice that life is expended not for its temporal span but for where it is headed.
The trajectory is heavenward.
Aha! It is not merely the material but the spatial trek that matters.
I am loved deeply by God.
This is all that really matters and it is the only truth that causes my flourishing.