Time

Time

As I sit here, examining the needle disappearing into my vein, I can see it make my skin bulge. Doesn’t feel to bad I guess. I then trace it out of my flesh and watch as the blood flows through the tube then into the machine and finally watch as the bag expands.

It’s said I’m giving life, but as it flows I feel sadness fill it’s place inside me. It makes me think of the time I have lost, what I have continued to put off, and it makes me so sad. I’m not here with a needle sticking out of my arm from just the goodness of my heart, surprisingly enough even though I have many piercings and tattoos I am not the biggest fan of needles. I’m here for a man that I hold in the highest regards. A man so wise and so strong, a man with such faith and love. But at the same time a man so weak and frail. Lord, this man you have allowed to speak into my life, for me to have as an example, to watch him live and love. Lord, Pres is such a blessing to so many, and it’s so sad that myself and so many others know so little about him. I have had glimpses of what You have made him, how he has grown and answered the challenges in his life. I have wanted for so long to sit and listen to his stories, to get his wisdom, to hear his life, to feel his faith. But I have put it off, and now I sit in this chair, blood flowing as Pres is days away from heart surgery. Lord, please allow everything to go smooth, I cry inside please!!! There is still so much that I need to learn from him, that others can learn. I pray for strength, Lord help me to stop putting off what you have called me to. It’s beeped and I’m done. I love him and I love You so much.

-kid

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