Obligations greater than time.

It seems like we always are having to make choices. That is not so hard when you greatly desire something, and the other choices which are left are not desired as much. And money, or lack of it, forces us into sometimes less than adequate decisions. But what really bugs me is that I only have so much time. The only thing that is mine to really give is my time. Having a job is great, and having a great job is really great, but it uses time. Time with kids, and grandkids, and friends, and old relatives who are dying, and young relatives who are living, and who knows, they might be dying too.
This weekend we went to a funeral of an aunt on my wife's side. I had not seen her cousins since one was an usher in our wedding. Here I am older and grayer, and 5'8" and he is a little younger than me and 6'7" and we got along famously. Another one did not recognize me even sitting with my wife his cousin in the family funeral room.
Their mom was great. She had her funeral all planned out. So it was like she was there.
But that took all weekend. The funeral was in Orange City, Iowa on Saturday, and we started in Danbury, and had to go to Duluth and Back and then down. It just takes so much time.
And next weekend I have a nephew graduating from college, and we are having a day with the grandkids, and both of them are super important to us. Grandkids will win every time, but it still is a choice. So I look forward to eternity where we will be able to fellowship. But in the meantime I only have 30 or forty years left if I am given a long life. Ten years if the averages hold true.
Really short when you think about it that way.
Got to get busy if I am going to finish what I have in my mind.