Time is Ticking
(Image from morguefile.com) It's been a weird week. The kids had Monday off and that turned my space/time continuum into sheer confusion. Each day began with the normally allotted hours, but somehow, they ticked themselves off at a rapid pace. Breakfast folded right over into the yells of, "Mom, I'm home!" Those precious minutes, I'd like to have pinched them, held them, for just a bit longer. Laundry piled and no sweet smells waifed from our kitchen. The Handy Man arrived from his day of work and I looked back at mine. Where did it go? I need a schedule. I realized this sad fact weeks ago. I've tried. I downloaded calendars, blocked out time for each and every task. But, I've lived too long in spontaneity. For two decades, my time has been spent on the whims of my children. The price didn't seem high, but now I find my account is unbalanced. School and appointments, shopping, homework. They constantly make withdrawls, but rarely p...

Beautiful post, Jewels. Beautiful temple. Beautiful testimony.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a gorgeous and moving post, Jewels. I apologize for interrupting it with a fit of snorting, shaking giggles over your caption on the picture of you and your husband.
ReplyDeleteWhew. I thought I was the only one. I gotta believe God has a grand sense of humor, right? He gave us Jewels.
DeleteAw, thanks. I believe He has a sense of humor, too.
DeleteI love that you have a place where you feel the wholeness of your spirit. That's a beautiful and precious gift.
ReplyDeleteOh, and like TL, I giggled at that caption, too. :OD
It is a gift. I like that you describe it that way. It makes me grateful for those who share their talents to build such beautiful places.
DeleteIt's beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI love the openness with which you share your faith. Thank you for that. The temple is beautiful. It is hard not to be struck with an immediate sense of peace just seeing it.
ReplyDeleteDespite the fact that I am not religous in any way, I find churches, temples and other religious buildings fascinating expressions of faith--often they are architectural marvels, but there's something more there, too I think. The comfort of faith and fellowship that so many have felt (or will feel) there seems to linger in the very walls.
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