And time keeps on passing. I see it with each pill case I throw out and each new one I put in my bag. I see it with every date I cross off on my Bible reading plan. I see it in my emptier toothpaste tube, in my smaller bar of soap and in my fewer bobby pins. I turn more pages to get to where we're at in my Arabic book and I need my winter jacket less and less often.
Oh, the subtle ways we see time pass us by.
And yet, I still find myself wanting to measure it. As if I could keep time under control so that I won't look at the date one day, and suddenly say, "Oh my goodness. March 20?!"
I guess I shouldn't be surprised that my time here is already more than half-way over. I did only come for four months.
The next couple of weeks are going to fly! My brother flies in on Friday for ten days. We'll be traveling around Morocco and then ending our time in Rabat. By then, it'll already be April!! I'll be gone every weekend of April, which makes the weeks go by even faster. Before I know it, it'll soon be May.
Nope. Measuring time doesn't slow it down one bit.
Oh, the subtle ways we see time pass us by.
And yet, I still find myself wanting to measure it. As if I could keep time under control so that I won't look at the date one day, and suddenly say, "Oh my goodness. March 20?!"
I guess I shouldn't be surprised that my time here is already more than half-way over. I did only come for four months.
The next couple of weeks are going to fly! My brother flies in on Friday for ten days. We'll be traveling around Morocco and then ending our time in Rabat. By then, it'll already be April!! I'll be gone every weekend of April, which makes the weeks go by even faster. Before I know it, it'll soon be May.
Nope. Measuring time doesn't slow it down one bit.
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