Another week has come and gone. They seem to go so quickly these days. What gives? Time flying by is suppose to indicate good things isn’t it? So why do I want it to slow down a bit? I’ve heard it described as a merry-go-round that’s out of control. That’s no good for me…those things make me sick to my stomach. For me it’s more like a meal that I’m so enjoying that I just want to savor it…take it all in. I love walking through life with Kathy and watching our kids grow up…just wish maybe they’d grow a little slower. Somebody who’s got a daughter gettng married in a few weeks told me to start preparing for the girls weddings now…even writing that just then made me shudder. One just got her first loose tooth for crying out loud. The last thing I want to think about are the words “Her mother and I”! I love my job…my church…my home…I want more time…more time as father…husband…pastor…friend…more hours in the day…more days in the week. Here’s the irony of all this…I long for heaven even more than I long for these things. To be more specific, I long to see the Face for which my life has been leveraged. I want to see Jesus. That’s one of the beautiful things about being a lover of the King and finding that the joy of the Lord is your strength. It never ends. I’m savoring that right now. So here’s the passage I’ll be coming around today and unpacking in order to embrace this truth that each moment I’ve been given is an opportunity to worship my Redeemer…”it is my eager expectation and hope that I will not be at all ashamed, but that with full courage now as always Christ will be honored in my body, whether by life or by death. For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain. If I am to live in the flesh, that means fruitful labor for me. Yet which I shall choose I cannot tell.” (Phil 1:20-22).