I know time doesn’t stand still. I know we keep moving forward through the years at an unbearable pace. Sometimes though, on the hard days when my hope is crushed and my heart is broken, I wish I had a time machine to get back to a happier time when I was excited about life and bursting with hope. Sometimes my cross feels heavy and we exist in a world where people add weight instead of offering to carry some of the load. Sometimes I just want to disappear into the background where I am out of everyone’s sight and reach. I don’t want to live in a world where people are unkind and unforgiving and hurt more than they help. If only there was a sweet place to feel safe and protected while the world around me goes into battle. I am a lover not a fighter. I seek peace and run from war. If only that place existed but I know it does not.