Time is the most peculiar concept.
It is time that makes one person feel as though they are seasons behind everyone else their age- anxiously yearning to catch up.
It is time that makes the person who is “ahead” feel as though life is unfolding too quickly and there is barely enough time to bid one season farewell, before another comes knocking at the door.
It is time that makes a young mother feel as though the days caring for her baby are long, never-ending and impossible.
It is time that makes the older mom reminisce and say that the years flew by too quickly, her children grew too fast, and that those same children became grown ups in the blink of an eye.
It is time that makes the discontent child eager to grow up- counting down the years until they can gain certain rights and privileges.
It is time that makes the weary adult reminisce the childhood years that came with less responsibilities and decision making.
It is time that sometimes finds us holding a new baby and celebrating life, in the same year that we hold the hand of a dying person, accepting their imminent death.
It is time that makes a day at work feel lengthy and exhausting, and likewise, seems like the day has not given us enough time to accomplish all of our to-do’s.
Time reminds us that we are powerless and small, in relation to the Universe. It reminds us to exert each precious moment to the things that have meaning. It reminds us to slow dance with changes, rather than play tug-of-war with them – resting, not resisting.
“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom” (Psalm 90:12).
“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens” (Ecclesiastes 3:1-8).