I cannot believe that it is the last day of March – and of the first quarter of 2011! Where has the time gone? I have always had a theory about time - I don’t have any way to prove my theory, but it certainly makes sense to me. Remember how when you are a child and waiting for Christmas – or your birthday – or that trip to the zoo, and it seems to take FOREVER? Time drags by so slowly, no matter what you do. My theory is this: God knows how important it is to be a kid; and He knows that there are things that are not so much fun as an adult and aging brings its own set of aches and pains, so He steals little bits of time here and there from adults, and gives it to the kids. To the kids – it seems like the THING they are waiting for is NEVER going to come, and to the adults, it seems like time flies by more and more quickly every year.
As a culture, we spend a lot of time trying to erase and undo the effects of time. We don’t like things that are old, or saggy, or wrinkled, or gray. We inject and dye and plump up. Many people go so far as to lie about their age, as if saying they are younger will actually make them younger. But despite our best efforts, time marches on.
Isn’t it wonderful that our God is outside of time? He created time, He controls time, but He is not at all affected by time.
“As a father has compassion on his children, so the LORD has compassion on those who fear him; for he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust. The life of mortals is like grass, they flourish like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more. But from everlasting to everlasting the LORD’s love is with those who fear him, and his righteousness with their children’s children—with those who keep his covenant and remember to obey his precepts.” (Psalm 103:13-18, NIV)
From “everlasting to everlasting” – what a promise! God is so much bigger than anything in my life, or in this world. And today, it is good to rest in the everlasting love of God.
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