I get this way from time to time. It’s not déjà vu, but rather…this is how life is supposed to be.
Let me explain: in my past, I have had days that were truly peaceful. Days where I wish they wouldn’t end…”This is the day that the LORD has made; I will rejoice in it” These were days that I had no one to be responsible to or anything either for that matter; time was truly on my side.
Then I grew up and the time that I have now is being eaten away by the life I now lead; job, home, family, etc.
You might say that I’m against the wind and that these particular moments of by gone memories of my past, which flood my mind from time to time, are the shelter, the lean to, that protects me from the squalls that battered my being and it serves to remind me that Heaven is just a thought away on a hectic day.