Time is a Thief, Time is a Giver

So many farewells, So many faces I must say goodbye to. So many friends I must walk away from, knowing how much distance will strain the proximity of our hearts. Time is a thief, trespassing into my days, stealing them away, in front of my eyes, and there is nothing I can do. So many things to do, in so little days, so little hours. Time dances moments in front of you, and you hold on so tight. But soon, the moment dissipates and the memory becomes hazy. The companion you were dancing with has gone. The friend you were hugging is only an impression on your mind. Time is a thief, but he is also a giver. He leaves us these gaps to fill, hearts to love, places to go, and beauty to see.
He takes so much, and it could leave us tremendously bitter, it could leave us with open wounds that are endlessly bleeding. But if we don't look and see, we will miss how time can leave us feeling miraculously alive, with scars etched in love and joy beating in our hearts that have felt the butterflies of fear and that have been pursued by unconditional Love Himself. Time allows us to say, "My cup has overflown."
Time teaches us to be thankful for what we have. He shows us just how easily it can be taken away. Just how shallow our breaths really are. That we are shadows, fading flowers, here for a moment, a blink, a breath.
Time grants us the moments that take our breath away. The moments we feel immortal. The moments in which we struggle to breathe from the amount of love and joy weighing on our hearts. The pain and the sorrow that are remarkably insignificant to the infinitely amazing emotions we feel, we breathe, we see.
Time grounds us to the important things. The things that in the end will be the only things left. It provides a catharsis for the trivial pursuits and the meaningless banter leaving us with the important.  God, faith, family and friends.
Time gives the future. A place to dream of, A place to linger a little longer in your dreams. Time gives the present. A place to be intentional. Time gives the past to remind you of where you've been and what it took to get you here.
Time is many things, thief being the only downfall to his character. He gives an infinite amount of moments and as an old Cherokee man told me once, the moments are all we have been given. Use these moments, these precious gifts from God Himself, to give, and only receive the blessings of an overflowing cup. To love, infinitely, so it blinds eyes to hate, and they will only see Love. To laugh, until your sides hurt and tears are streaming down your face. To cry, but never so much that you despair. Cry but never lose your Hope. Cry but feel the joy in your heart also.
Never hate time, Time is a gift of God. Time is God telling us how mortal we are. How broken we are. How sinful. Time is God's gift, he sacrificed His infinite Time to love a finite race infinitely. He is not confined by Time yet he placed himself in time for us who are so bound by it. Thank you to my infinite God who has loved my finite heart so infinitely.