Reflection

As I sit here, I am reviewing some of the writings of my life. There are words, and poems, and songs. There are tidbits and stories. It is hard to save them all and yet more difficult to destroy. I often reflect on how much of my life will be lost to the hazards of time?

Will we have made a difference as a result of the journey?

Will we have touched some people meaningfully?

I believe many of us ask these questions as we grow older.

Perhaps it is a question we ask should we ever become wiser.

I pray always that some will be saved.

And that the time has not been wasted.