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Precious TIME





PRECIOUS TIME






King Henry VIII: [Opening lines] In these last days I’ve been thinking a great deal about loss. What loss, your grace, is to man most irrecoverable?
Charles Brandon: His virtue.
King Henry VIII: No, for by his actions, he may redeem his virtue.
Charles Brandon: Then, his honor.
King Henry VIII: No, for again he may find the means to recover it, even as a man recovers some fortune he has lost.
Charles Brandon: Then I can’t say, Your Majesty.
King Henry VIII: Time, your grace. Of all losses, time is the most irrecuperable for it can never be redeemed. 







Do you ever have the feeling that you are being prepared for something (both good and bad)?  I do!  I get into these moods where I find myself pondering about things...precious things, like time.  I love those moments because I see things in a new light.  I find a new appreciation for all things.  My husband, my children, family, friends, birds, trees, freedom, air, my life....time!


I wish that everyone could have these moments, it would slow the world down a little and make people realize that time is so precious.  We never know how much time we have on earth, yet, we do a lot of wasting of it.  


The above dialogue is from The Tudors.  My friend, Tiffeny, got me hooked on that show.  They have been showing the reruns on BBC America.  I caught an episode the other night.  This particular episode sums up the entire series.  Just that small exchange of words is so powerful to me!  TIME, the most precious, irrecuperable (irrecoverable), irredeemable thing we will ever know!


There has been a lot of heartache for my family in the last year.  Many people have departed from earth, gone on to an eternal home.  The only ones left to feel any sort of pain and grief are the living.  I can't imagine the pain...that pain that is so deep, you think it may never stop.  And it very well may never.  I remember watching and listening to my Grandmother (Big Maw-Maw) when she would start talking about my Uncle Merril.  She could never even get through with half of a sentence before she would start crying.  I never understood as a child that pain...and still can't even let my mind go there.  The loss of a child has to be the worst feeling in the entire world, no matter their age...if your children go before you, there will always be an emptiness, a hole never to be filled.  


There are so many people who have been through so much in this life, and they keep on living.  THAT is testimony that screams to me!!!   If I think I am having a bad day, I just think of the people who I know, or have studied, anyone who has been through really tough times and pulled through.  Ya know, the ones who still wake up every morning, even with pain in their heart, and they are still pleasant to others, and they still live their lives.  Those are the ones who we should appreciate and find some sort of wisdom in.  They are the ones who know about the value of time, the precious time they had once...and they still decide to use the time now, to LIVE!  Every moment given to us is like a precious gem, gold, or winning the lottery.  We never think of it that way...but it is worth so much more than anything we have that is tangible. 


If you ever are given a second chance, a third, or even a tenth, take it!  Live and be thankful, for you have been truly blessed!  And if you ever have the chance to stop and listen to someone and their stories, DO!  It could be a blessing to you and them!




~Dee






















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  1. BEAUTIFULLY Put and well written !!! I love reading your blog !!! I just keep scrolling down for more and more !!! This particular entry almost made me cry ! Between the pictures and your writing it really awakens lots of suppressed and buried feelings ! Thank you so much !!!

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