Where Has the Time Gone?
I sit in silence as I reflect on how this day looked four years ago. The faint ticking of the clock echoing around me, each beat a quiet reminder of how fleeting time truly is. My heart begins to match its rhythm, as the clicking gently pulls me back to the day when everything changed.
Those final weeks were filled with uncertainty, the days long and heavy. Time, once generous and slow, suddenly began to race. Moments that used to stretch into years were now counted in heartbeats, in breaths, and in quiet prayers. I watched as life gently slipped from my beautiful son. Trent’s body still, as his spirit prepared to return to the arms of his Creator.
There are no words that truly capture that kind of stillness. The room was full with a peaceful presence, yet empty with an ache in my heart that could only be filled with the love of Jesus. The space was quiet, yet I could hear God louder than ever, as ever breathe Trent exhaled spoke His name, “Yahweh.”
Time is precious.
Life, ever so fragile.
We walk through our days assuming we have so much of both. But the truth is, every moment is a gift, unpromised and irreplaceable.
As I reflect today, I don’t just remember the pain, I remember the love. The childhood memories and the laughter that came with them. The boy that grew into a man and embodied strength, physically and spiritually.
Trent was my gentle giant. He led his life with kindness. A love that could be seen in the reflection of his piercing blue eyes and felt within the embrace of his tender arms.
Hold your people close. Be present with them and say the words that need to be said. Because time slips through our fingers, even as we try to hold on.
