Short Years?

"In youth the days are short and the years are long.

 In old age the years are short and day's long."      

  -Nikita Ivanovich Panin

When I realized, that even Billy didn't realize what my blog title means, I knew I had to write a post about it! 

Sometimes I emphasize the long days with a toddler and busy work environment, and sometimes I emphasize the short years as it seems he grows and changes over night and I can't even remember what I was doing this time last year. I remember as a youngin' thinking elementary school would NEVER end. But it did, and it does. Now- life has never seemed as slow moving as a toddler around 4:30, or as fast moving as my son's blond hair (growing at a speed that requires expensive haircuts much too often). 


The title of this blog was born as I was spending time thinking about how each day feels long and yet when added up together the years are flying by, and how I want to emphasize the TRANSFORMATIONS happening among those long days and short years. Transformations that capture my memories, relationships, student's, and interactions. 


I have more to say about these daily/weekly/monthly/yearly transformations here. 


Ms. Panin was sure onto something when she wrote about the differences in youth and age. And while I acknowledge I am not yet old (although I did have a student ask me today where I was when I heard MLK's "I have a dream speech"....Yikes...), I do feel like I am getting older as I celebrate my 31st birthday in a few weeks. Even crazier to me is that I celebrated 18 years as a Christian on September 18, 2012.

Psalm 71:5

New International Version (NIV)

 ⁵ For you have been my hope, Sovereign LORD,
   my confidence since my youth.

 I have been a Christian longer than I haven't been. My parents and grandparents and even great grandparents were and are Christians- and as I look back on my lineage and life, I want to always be useful to God in gratitude. 

Grandmama Bogle with baby Wil

2 Timothy 1:5

New International Version (NIV)

⁵ I am reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also.

I pray to provide a legacy to his glory as he transforms my long days into short years.