So very short; the precious gift of time. There are days I’m sure we’d each like a rewind. To a special memory or words left unsaid. Get them out while you can. Don’t leave them in your head. Our time here on earth is short. You never just never know how precious it truly is. Until you come to the word that is all His. Our time while we’re here is to be used wisely; we don’t often get this right of this too I’m guilty. You just don’t know when you’re time here will be through; so never go to bed angry; be sure to say your I love yous.
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GenXer Sharon 🙏🍀 (
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