Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Time

Time. It has a way of passing entirely too quickly.
Time. To count my blessings. I have so many I should be ashamed.
Time. Does anyone really know what time it is?

2 comments:

Paulie said...

To everything there is a season and a time for every purpose under the sun:

A time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill and a time to heal; a time to mourn and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to lose and a time to seek; a time to tie up and a time to untie;

A time to rend and a time to sow; a time to keep silent and a time to speak;

A time to love and a time to hate: a time for war and a time for peace.

(Ecclesiastes 3:1-8)


Blessings!

Charla said...

such comforting words, Paulie.
Thanks