It's the middle of July, that means summer is basically half over. Where has the time gone? It feels like Memorial Day was just yesterday. I swear that time moves faster than it did fifty years ago. As a child, summer felt endless. I never hear kids say that now. I really do think that time is moving by at increased speed. Perhaps the angels in heaven are spinning the earth around and around, picking up speed like one of those old playground merry-go-rounds, (another blast from the past that has changed--a whole other topic for another day). They see the mess the world is in and they are just trying to help things out by bringing closer the day that Christ returns. That's my slant on this whole, "there's never enough time anymore" syndrome. There has to be some explanation.
What's your explanation--or at least thoughts?