Friday, June 28, 2013
It's that time again. I still don't manage to get much into that short five minutes and this one was particularly tough because this phrase, "in between" is literally like a fog that hangs over me. Admitting it is the first step right?
In between is where I live. In between too young and too old. In between almost there and where did time go? In between time ticking slowly and I can't believe it's passed. In between dreaming and remembering. This time in between, always pulling me to slow down or move on. Always feeling rushed to what's coming or worn from what's passed. In between awake and finally closing my eyes.
In between is where life happens. Help me Father to carry the past gently in one hand as I step solidly toward what is to come, with eyes wide open to what IS. Help me to rest here, in between- for this is where LIFE is.