Hey Y'all! Welcome to my corner! I hope everyone has been well.

We've been busy trying to get into a back-to-school routine. It's amazing to me how quickly three and a half hours can speed by. I get home at 5:30 every day. I have exactly three and a half hours to cook, help with homework and make sure they both go to bed clean.

I bet teachers can tell what kind of evening my children have had when they enter the classroom. I'm really proud this year that both of our children got to school on time on the first day of school! Their socks even matched this time!

Sarah was excited to wear her new clothes. She is in the third grade this year. She always wakes up happy. I know that will probably change when she becomes a teenager. I have mentally and visually blocked that out. I will maintain that ability for at least 4 more years!

Time is so fast. I remember at one Thanksgiving meal, my niece Jennifer, made a request in her blessing of the food. She asked the Lord, "Please help us savor our time together." That was two years ago. She was twenty years old. She is an Appalachian State University student. She lives two hours away.

Her plea has stuck with me ever since. For one thing it makes me proud! But it also makes me a little sad. Am I the only one who feels like that minute hand on the clock is running double time? It feels like my children are changing just as quickly as the second hand is turning.

I don't want to miss a thing. Good, bad, sad or just "blah". I don't want to miss it.

Tyler is in seventh grade. On the first day of school as I was walking him in, time stopped for a minute. I looked to my right to see a mother taking a picture of her brand new sixth grader. The mom had parked a little ways down in the parking lot from the main entrance. I'm betting that's the only way her daughter would agree to it. She stood there with a proud smile on her face.

Her little sister looking on with excitement. As the big sister turned around to walk away, her little sister ran behind her. Little sister's arms went stretched out in front her as she ran. She was yelling, "I need a hug sissy, I need a hug!" I could see the Mom fighting back tears. I wiped my face.

I thanked God for allowing me to witness this moment. I took it all in. I made an attempt to "savor" it.

I know you guys are probably tired of my underlying theme that pops up every time I write this column.

The Holy Spirit has been speaking to me on the subject of time. We(I) have to spend time in the Word in order to be obedient to God. I think the most simple tasks sometimes are the hardest to be diligent in. .

I want to thank all of you who take some of your time to read this column and support this ministry. I hope whatever the Holy Spirit leads me to write encourages you in some way.

It challenges me personally sometimes. Writing is easy. Living what you write is a challenge!

Well, I better go. I have to make sure those socks I laid out for Tyler match!

Love you guys! Be Blessed!