Time is ticking
Time is passing
Time’s a wasting
Time is marching
Time is flying
Time keeps on slipping
Tick…tick…tick
The time is ripe
The time is now
Time will tell
The time has come
Time is money
Time is up
Tick…tick…tick
Time is right
The time is now
No time like the present
It’s about time
Just passing the time
Just killing time
Running out of time
Tick...tick…tick…
A time and place
Time can heal
Take your time
Give it time
A stitch in time
All in good time
The time has come
All the time
Tick…tick…tick…
The very first time
Time after time
Third times a charm
Marking time
Time is of the essence
Spend time wisely
All the time
For the last time
Tick…tick…tick…
Time is precious
Time of your life
Good times
Time well spent
It’s about time
All in good time
Time waits for no one
This is my time
Find the time
Time out
Tick…tick…tick…
As I was making my way to San Antonio yesterday, I was thinking about the passage of time. I was thinking about my grandmother and how much she witnessed during her lifetime. I was thinking about all the good times that I remembered at her house. I thought about how as time passed I saw her less and less. Our time was running out and I was not mindful of that.
As we were taking off from Kansas City, the dark clouds were gathering. As we taxied down the runway, the rain began to fall. We rose above the clouds and headed to Dallas. As I was exiting the plane in Dallas I overheard people in the airport talking about tornadoes in Kansas City. I immediately starting texting my children to see if they were all right. My flight took off just in time.
The Dallas airport was very busy. I expected that. As I was sitting waiting for my next flight, counting down the minutes, it was announced that it would be delayed by two hours. So I spent the time reading and observing the people in the airport. I listened as many of them talked about the bad storm in Dallas the day before that caused damage to many planes cancelled many flights. The timing of my flight really was perfect. If I had flown the night before, I would have been caught in storms. If I left any later, I would have been caught in storms.
Timing is everything. Time is a gift. Time is an asset that cannot be replaced. Time is the only commodity we all have in common. It is up to us to use what we have been given. And as Marie B. Ray says "We have only this moment sparkling like a star in our hand-and melting like a snowflake."
We use so many things to mark the passing of time, we watch our clocks, we watch our phones, we watch our computers, we check our watches. Perhaps we should be filling our time with things that matter, instead of just marking its passing.
Tick...tick...tick...
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