what do you think about when you hear the word long.
I think of length
length of time, a long time.
I think of a journey, a long road
I think the winter seems long.
I think of days. sometimes the days are very long, but the time seems very short.
my girls are only 23 and 19, but then holy moly they are 23 and 19 –
where did the time go and that really hasn’t been very long at all
lately when I think of long, I think of my mom.
it’s been a very long time.
since I have seen her face, heard her giggle,
held her hand, sat on the porch in the sunlight.
it’s been long since I had coffee with her.
it was a long, very long illness
but a very short time we walked through it.
I am so thankful that God’s love is long
I would have not been able to walk this road, this very long
road of grief mixed with peace without him.
There are some days that I think every moment is long.
or when talking with someone, that this conversation is long –
but it seems in the larger scale of life and love
that the time is really short.
so my prayer for you is to not live like you have “long”
live like you have “short”