our time is running out.

So, it's dead day, and instead of doing what I should -- studying for exams -- I'm sitting here, writing a blog. I cant believe Christmas break is almost here! I'm not sure how to feel about all this .. my freshman year is half over. How did time go so fast?! It's so weird to think about the concept of time. Maybe time is one of Satan's holds on us - something he uses to try and break down our relationship with God. Think about all the stress, all the worry that comes from time -- and not having enough of it. It's amazing how God overcomes this hold by offering us eternity, where time and Satan have no power over us.

Ok, I really should get back to studying. I'll end with a poem I really like, with the concept of time & God in it. Hope yall like it too. :)



Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets' pace;
And glut thyself with what thy womb devours,
Which is no more than what is false and vain,
And merely mortal dross;
So little is our loss, So little is thy gain.
For when as each thing bad thou hast entomb'd,
And last of all, thy greedy self consum'd,
Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss
With an individual kiss;
And Joy shall overtake us as a flood,
When every thing that is sincerely good
And perfectly divine,
With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine
About the supreme Throne Of Him,
t'whose happy-making sight alone,
When once our heav'nly-guided soul shall climb,
Then all this earthly grossness quit,
Attir'd with Stars, we shall for ever sit,
Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time.

-John Milton, 'On Time'