Time Feels Short.

My relationship with time is forever changed.

When you lose your husband so suddenly,

unexpectedly, with decades ahead -

it is the harshest of realities.

We do not control the time we have here.

We may make plans, but God determines our path.

I make less plans.
I do not look so far ahead.

I am here. Now what shall I make my children for supper?

How can I prepare for this week?

Who do I know that is walking a hard path?

What can I do for others today?

It makes my life feel narrowed.
My purpose smaller, but purer.

I’ve climbed the corporate ladder, but now my place is at home.

My time with my children feels short.