It is messy.
And sometimes, I get weary of it.
Until I remember that it is shorter than I would like.
That in a minute it can be snuffed out.
That it is, indeed, precious.
Precious because of the people you love.
And the ones that love you back.
The ones who live their time not knowing how much they have left.
The ones who live it with Grace.
With the knowledge that when they leave here, they go to the Father.
I want to learn to live my life that way.