It was the eighth-grade graduation in 1985 and the MC was our thirteen-year-old son. Exhibiting all the confidence in the world in front of the crowd which had gathered, he did what was required. Those grammar school years were over and he was ready to face the future. We couldn’t help it; we were proud. Through his previous school years, his grades sometimes left us wondering if he could be like Albert Einstein. Ultimately, his future held four masters’ degrees.
That was thirty-eight years ago. I wish we could roll back time to that event and start over again. However, time stops for no man, and like the song, we need to try and keep the vessel between the shores. The Bible talks about that.
For “All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls, but the word of the Lord remains forever.”
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and come to their end without hope. “Remember that my life is a breath; my eye will never again see good.
Time can’t be bottled up, so be careful with what little you have.
Give it some thought.
Gary