Three year hiatus

How do three years race by so quickly?

All I know is that three years have left streaks of gray in my hair, a few more lines on my face, and have not removed the wanderlust from my heart. Life has given memories to fill boatloads. Many good. Many sad.

Perhaps we are the only creatures on the planet to experience surprise at the passage of time.

"My, how you've grown!" we say to children, shocked that they're taller than we are.
"You retired already?" we question our friends, envious of their new leisure time.
"There's no way you have kids already!" we screech to high school friends, as we grapple with no family to speak of at reunions.

Time passes. And quickly.

Perhaps this is why God says to 'Be still and know that I am God' (Psalm 46:10).
In the steady march of time moving onward, we risk missing out on details and days. When we take time to reflect and remember, it seems to help ease the shock of the passage of time. Reflection is a reliving of events and allows us to hold on to the massive and minute.

So, today, in a panicky mood, I sit and reflect, and wait for the stillness to remind me that in the tic tic tic of time God remains.