Where Does Time Go?

I've not written on this blog in some time. I feel a stranger to it, really.

If I'm honest, I feel like a stranger to my life. Estranged, is that the word? Time passes by at an astounding rate, where does it go? A few weeks ago I was typing an email to a friend telling her how my boys are doing. I said my son is enjoying the 10th grade and the other son is happy in the 8th grade. Then on the way to school the next morning, my oldest son was talking about a classmate who's a Junior. I froze (thankfully my car was at a stoplight) and peered back to Tyler and asked him what grade he's in. Wondering if I had lost my mind, he slowly said, "ah, the 11th grade." I could NOT believe it. He's in the 11th grade! He'll be a senior next year! Regarding Evan, I got a notice in the mail telling me of his high school orientation in preparation for next years advance to the 9th grade. I could cry. Where does time go?

Sunday, clean laundry was piling up. So much so that if I planned to sleep in my bed that evening, I needed to fold the pyramid that had collected on its surface. I mindlessly folded piece after piece when I came across a pair of jeans that I couldn't tell who they belonged to: my husband, David, or sons Ty or Evan. They have grown up so fast.

Have I zoomed through life at breakneck speed and the natural growth of my two beautiful boys has gone unnoticed? I wish I could turn back the clocks just for a few moments. But as my time with them as non-adults closes in, I pray I make the most of every moment we have together.

Lord, be with Tyler and Evan. May they sense your presence every day. Protect them and guide them. May their hearts be drawn to Yours. They are Your boys, even more than than they are mine. Amen.