In Search of Time

I am in search of time.  More time.  It seems to disappear so quickly, and yet I have so much I want to fill it with.  Things I want do-overs on.  Things I've been afraid to try.  Things I daydream about.  And things I hope for.


When a day arrives with areas of quiet, I seem to find myself just absorbing it rather than making the most of it.  I've come to the conclusion that there is just too much busyness round and about me.  Is it living in the city, where the days never end, even with darkness?  Is it taking in too much from the outside that's drowning the desires inside?  Or is it just exhaustion... from all of it?


I'm still working on figuring it out.  My heart aches for my friends who are hurting... whether from a failed relationship, or physical pain, or the need for comfort, healing, peace.  I find them on my mind whenever I drift into the hush.  I pray for them always, and talk when it seems the time is right.  I don't want to stop this.  I don't consider this taking my time away.  Instead, I feel this may be why I'm given some time.


I've always been a list maker.  Maybe I should keep a list of things I need to do.  To fill the void of what-if's and if-only's.  Or a list of things to stop doing.  To empty it.  To make room.  


Maybe both.


Be blessed.

Cheri ♥