Seven Days.

So, God created the universe in the amount of time that I have left in Central Florida, and I am beginning to feel the affects. Someone I know once said that she wanted to go to college with no regrets. I say, "What's wrong with regrets?" Just as long as you learn from them. One week. Is there anything left to say? Is there anything left to do? Is there anything left?

Time is either the predator or the companion. It really depends on what you do with your time. Ironically, I don't have the time to decide what time is to me. Sometimes, we must act instinctively. My instincts tell me to cut the cancer out. But the cancer has made me who I am. So I leave with no regrets. In learning, in becoming who I am, I have tamed regret, fear, despair, bitterness and hatred. But in grace, not in cleverness, have I done this. You could say that it wasn't me.

Anyways, enough ramblings. One week. I have to pack up everything, find everything and then go. Not necessarily in that order. Seven days, kiddos. Listen closely.

Do you hear time creeping up on you?