Time is an entity hard to describe; time can be measured in increments of seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, and so on; time can be lost, found, but never created; time is altered by the amount of daylight saved, or where the time zones are delineated. The International date line I have crossed in an airplane once, and time was altered by one day.
Time was insignificant when I was a child. Life just was; I grew; birthdays came and went; school years were divided by summers luxuriously long.
Time is a game played beautifully by children. ~Heraclitus of Ephesus
In the past forty years since my formal education was over, time became most significant. As my teaching career started I became more and more aware of deadlines. Bills had to be paid on time; lessons had to be planned in time; material had to be covered by time measured in hours, days, weeks, and grading periods; Thanksgiving, Christmas, spring, and summer holidays measured time off.
Now, in retirement, time is supposedly my own; yet time is not on my side; time is slipping away and I can’t seem to get it to slow down.
My body is showing signs of time lived with mental, physical, and emotional strains. Time cannot be stopped, its effects glaringly obvious.
Living as we do in this world, there is no way I can imagine the concept of eternity, life lived forever. In a way life everlasting seems daunting. There is no reference here on Earth for something having no end. There are life cycles; but all life here has an end.
Dear Lord, I know,
“We don’t yet see things clearly. We’re squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won’t be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We’ll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us!” 1 Corinthians 13:12 The Message
Dear Father, I know,
There is a right time for everything, and everything on earth will happen at the right time. There is a time to be born and a time to die. There is a time to plant and a time to pull up plants. There is a time to kill and a time to heal. There is a time to destroy and a time to build. There is a time to cry and a time to laugh. There is a time to be sad and a time to dance with joy. There is a time to throw weapons down and a time to pick them up. There is a time to hug someone and a time to stop holding so tightly. There is a time to look for something and a time to consider it lost. There is a time to keep things and a time to throw things away. There is a time to tear cloth and a time to sew it. There is a time to be silent and a time to speak. There is a time to love and a time to hate. There is a time for war and a time for peace. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 Easy-to-Read Version
Dear God, I know, that which I don’t know.
Trust God from the bottom of your heart;
don’t try to figure out everything on your own.
Listen for God’s voice in everything you do, everywhere you go;
he’s the one who will keep you on track.
Don’t assume that you know it all. Proverbs 3:5-12 The Message