God’s time is not our time. The eternity I spent waiting for a meeting to end today was really just a blink of time. I think back of the experiences from years past when time seemed to have come to a stop. Think of the nights we spent walking the floor with a sick baby or even the days the spanned the time from when a close family member died until the funeral came. We struggled to acknowledge when we were stuck in those fear filled, anxious or sorrowful days that we would survive to the next day. Sometimes it was more than we could bear just to wait out an hour or a few minutes. Then, as we slid unthinking into the future memory of frozen time fades until it becomes like a scar we only think we can still see for the gift of healing is that we understand that time does move on at a constant rate and that time is our friend.
The other gift I have taken from the treasure store of scripture is that even though we who share this experience are few in number and our collective lives are but a blip in God’s history, his love for each of us is surpasses our ability to comprehend it. As minimal as we might be, He has a plan for us that was conceived before our ancestors came into being. So then, who I am to question that plan? A human who still needs to work at getting in step with the plan before he runs out of his time here.
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