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Elder's Corner: The Importance of Time

Posted by Lee Ann Roeder on May 08, 2019

When I flipped the calendar to May, I wasn’t sure where the first four months of the year went. My kids start summer break in three weeks! How is this possible? If you are like me, life just keeps flying by. My grandmother once told me that time went faster as you aged because a year increasingly became a smaller and smaller proportion of your life. When you are 20 a year is 1/20 of your life. For a 6-year-old this is only 1/6 of their life. It makes sense when you look at the proportions.

I turned 47 at the end of April. For fun I read a little article on interesting things about my birthday year. It says I have slept 15.67 years of this life, or 1/3 of it!! This kind of created anxiety for me. So much time is slipping by at a faster and faster pace and I’m sleeping through a 1/3 of it! One of my grandpa’s famous sayings was, “There is no rest for the wicked.” He used this often when he saw me working three jobs, putting myself through college, and running around frantic from task to task. I didn’t think he thought me wicked. It was just his little joke to me, but maybe there is some truth in this harried life and a life of wickedness. 

I do TRY to take delight in the moment. To notice and appreciate little joys and beauties. To pause and pray. But I often fail. This past Lent we spent some time reflecting on prayer. As we head past Easter, into the season of Spring, and a new season with more daylight perhaps we can reflect on these words: "But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father." (Mark 13:23) And verse 33 – "Be on guard! Be Alert! You do not know when that time will come." 

Life and time are fleeting. I lost my mother at a young age, and know all too well our time here is uncertain. I don’t live near my family, and recently went home for my aunt’s funeral. It is a six-hour drive one way and in the busyness of our lives many people gave me grace and said I didn’t have to come. But I went and benefited from seeing family I haven’t seen in years. Family that loved me and remembered my mother--family my daughter (who went with me) had never met. I was able to provide some perspective and knowledge to three daughters who had just lost their mother as I had lost mine. I went because I remembered how much I appreciated the people who showed up to my mother’s funeral. I went because it is important to show up in life.

I often fail. I often wish life away. I am often surprised then how fast time disappears. Sometimes I remember to "Be on guard! Be Alert!" Because I do not know when that time will come. 

As long as it is day, we must do the works of him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work. (John 9:4)

In grace,

Susan Hawkins-Wilding