Similar to waves spreading like icing over a layer of angel-food-spongy beach, time paces onward. And like the steady beat of white caps targeting the shoreline, I've had a perpetual conga line of friendships and loves reach the edge of my soul.
Some friendships I didn't treat with enough respect. A few were dented with my selfishness. With one or two, in particular, I snatched defeat from the jaws of victory.
Looking over my shoulder through time, I've broken more than a few blessings—gifts that I didn't deserve in the first place. Yet, there they were, washing over me like gentle water.
I hope I've learned. I hope, as I turn again to face the horizon of my life, that I will treat everyone crossing my path with the love that I somehow didn't express in my steps along the way.