Filling Time

My parents got on an airplane yesterday and flew back to Minnesota. While they were here, we tried to squish a lot of living into seven days. As I look at my aging parents, it is easy to feel that we are in a race against time. That time is running out. 

That the finish line is getting closer. That we are losing time.

My dad's perspective in regard to time and his melanoma diagnosis is this:

"I will live until I die. And then my real life will begin."

I can't argue with that logic.

That faith.

That truth.

I find it interesting that one of the first things God created was time. He called the light Day and the darkness Night. Genesis 1:5 ends with the words, "So the evening and the morning were the first day." Then God said it was good. Having time boundaries on this side of eternity is a good thing. It's a God-created thing.

But it will not always be this way. Each day we move closer to timelessness. Foreverness.

Eternity.

Time is not running out. This day is not a sieve, losing time. With each passing minute, each passing year, there’s this deepening awareness that I am filling, gaining time. We stand on the brink of eternity. - Ann Voskamp

I like that.

I am filling, gaining time. My dad is filling, gaining time. My mom is filling, gaining time. My young grandson is filling, gaining time.

We each stand on the brink of eternity.

adapted from my archives