It was 3:45 am, my eyelids were heavy and my body was not moving. I forced myself to roll out of the bed. My twin was getting married and so I had a plane to catch.
During my whirlwind of a visit to New York I had the pleasure of not only meeting some wonderful new people, but also seeing some oh-so-familiar faces. The kind of friends you fall right into pace with and it’s as if no time has passed at all. I just love those friendships. They are so cozy.
While chatting with a variety of people, one subject came up that I could not shake. Not directly… but it seemed to weave itself in and out of the conversations like a beautiful tapestry.
The gift of time, because it truly is a gift.
It’s a treasure.
When someone gives it to you… they can never get it back. It is gone. Poured out on you. Soaking into every fiber of who you are. Their time… it never belonged to you.
Time is precious. Invaluable.
There are moments, when Leaders, Pastors, Friends, or even Parents may try to look into life’s rear-view mirror and say “What If” or “I could have done more” or “How could I have done things differently” …
You gave your time… and that was enough.