Remember when a minute seemed like an hour and an hour like an entire day?
When you were a child it was as if those warm, spring days in the classroom would never end. The preacher's Sunday morning sermon was so agonizingly long you thought it would last forever. The wait for a trip to town to buy comic books, baseball cards and those other all-important items took forever and beyond.

Remember when a minute seemed like an hour and an hour like an entire day?

When you were a child it was as if those warm, spring days in the classroom would never end. The preacher’s Sunday morning sermon was so agonizingly long you thought it would last forever. The wait for a trip to town to buy comic books, baseball cards and those other all-important items took forever and beyond.

Oh those blessed days of youth when patience indeed was not a virtue. You simply couldn’t wait for one thing to end and another to begin. Looking back it seems like you wasted so much time wishing you were a teenager or even worse, an adult.

Mom, used to always tell me, “Quit wishing your life away.”

When those phases of life finally arrived they really didn’t seem to be such a big deal after all. Suddenly, you found yourself concerned with things that you had absolutely no control over while letting some of life’s more important or notable moments pass you right on by.

Why was it that the things you disliked the most, like a haircut or a trip to the doctor’s office, lasted so long?

Looking back it seems as though time was a special gift bestowed on the young. When you asked mom and dad about growing up they would usually reply in their infinite wisdom, “Well, you’ve got plenty of time to worry about that later.”

And they were right.

Suddenly you find yourself wishing to return to those carefree days that seemed to last a lifetime. The high school years whizzed by, as did those college days.

Now it seems like it was just moments ago that I held Christina, my oldest child, in my arms. Was it really 30 years ago, that I held her hand and took her for a Saturday ice cream cone at the local drug store? Could it really be two decades since I last played baseball with Cameron out in the backyard?

Time is certainly relative to where you are along life’s way. As a child you yearn to know what life holds in its hands for you. As an aging adult you wonder if you made the right decisions that God really wanted you to make.

Today, I primarily look back at my life with a smile. I am blessed with a strong cast of characters that I call my family and my church family to make this most extraordinary journey. As John Lennon so profoundly wrote, “In my life, I’ve loved them all.”

There’s still plenty to look forward to like watching my grandchildren grow by leaps and bounds before my very eyes.

However, time now seems to slip by much quicker than it once did. Those once agonizing hours now seem like just a few moments and those long days, seem like just a few fleeting moments that disappear like ripples in a stream.

Time is a precious commodity. Use it wisely.