Time. I’ve always felt like it’s there in limitless supply.
Oh, yeah, there are stress-filled days where there don’t seem to be enough minutes in 24 hours to get everything done, but there’s always Tuesday and Wednesday and June 25th 2020, full to the brim with more of life to live.
I buy into the conviction that I need to be responsible for stewarding my time well, but I also live like a perpetually bullet-proof twenty-something.
Over the past nine months John and I have had a friend teach us much about living and dying, about heaven and earth, time and eternity. HIs name is Steve and he is dying of Pancreatic cancer. He and his wife, Sharol, have walked this hard road with authenticity, faith, courage and vulnerability. I asked Steve if I could share some of his thoughts on time in the post today. These reflections come from a place of physical weakness and a greater awareness of limited time. Continue reading
