…this would transform the world.
It is the hardest thing for me…ever…to not hear from loved ones, and then get a dashed off note with the word “sorry” (not even “I am sorry”), and a line of sandwich filler, and a conclusion of “love you” (writing “I love you” takes too long).
Saving time and all…for what? Where is all that time saved? In a bank somewhere drawing interest?
No…it is spent…everyday.
Every. Last. Red. Cent. Second.
Ticks and tricks…tickles and trickles thru your will and then your heart…
…and finally your fingers to lay there at your feet as the record of what you did and what you did not do.
Charissa is regularly labeled wordy…of generating too much content…of putting too much out there to be dealt with or responded to…
but I guess that’s just how I roll…cus time. Fading. Flowing…flying away and done too soon. And I want to give everything I have to give…especially my time.
Do Justice. Love Mercy. Walk Humbly