Can you remember back to the time when you were little? You may not have to go back quite as far as I, having entered my seventh decade a year ago. Back then the days seemed to stretch out far longer than their allotted twenty-four hours.
I remember sitting at my little wooden school desk, feet dangling just above the old tile floor, eyes forever drifting to the big clock with the Roman numerals, willing the hands to move faster.
The weeks leading up to summer vacation or holidays dragged by. Christmas, in particular, with all its delightful mysteries took forever to arrive.
Now not only the days and weeks but the years fly by at warp speed. One Christmas flows into another as little ones grow and fly the nest long before we are ready to let them go.
One thing hasn't changed as far as I can see - the let-down after the long anticipated event has slipped into the past. Young or old - we can't help but feel a bit sad when all the trappings are put away or we say good-bye to loved ones after spending time together.
However, a time will come when anticipation filled with our dearest hopes and dreams will blossom into unending joy. Heaven, with every promise fulfilled, will be ours forever. No more sin, sorrow, tears or pain; no more death or hard good-byes. No more time at all. The special times won't slip away, they will stretch out before us in one unending, glorious day.