Too Good to Miss

As a child time is non-linear. It coils around us in abundance, spinning out its threads in endless supply. The concept of tomorrow, next month, next year – they are meaningless to the innocent. All that matters is now.

Then we grow up. Time is finite, measured, pushed on us by schedules, deadlines, and commitments, and made all too real by births and deaths. We know it doesn’t stretch on forever. Everything has a beginning and end. The thread of life doesn’t keep on spinning. It gets snipped at some point.

That’s why what Katrina wrote about the Good News is too important not to know. I fill my life, this blog, and so much else with many words that really don’t matter in the end. What she wrote over there does. I hope you’ll take the time to stop by and read it.