Time in a Bottle

My four year old has recently become obsessed with, of all things, time. Perhaps this is my fault. You see, she is my "dilly-dally", the one who becomes distracted by everything. And, if you are running late in the morning, you could probably look to her for the reason. It's hard to get upset, though, when you realize that's how God designed her. The last month or so, she has finally learned that there is this thing that God created for us humans that is the glue that binds this universe together. Without time- everything would be chaos. She may not understand this, totally, but she's beginning to ask about today verses tomarrow, Monday verses Friday. She knows that Mommy has Saturday and Sunday off from work and that Sunday is "kids church". She knows preschool falls on Monday and Wednesday. She also knows to watch the clock on the tv and when it says 8 it is bedtime. She also knows that if it says 9 she has missed 8 and bedtime. With this new found realization it's also changed her perspective on how long someone she loves is gone. When I leave for work in the morning, a simple "I'll be home later" sufficed. Now, it's not so simple. "BYE MOM! I LOVE YOU! When will you be home?" "I'll be home later, sweetie." "No. What TIME will you be home?"Hmmm...now she's locking me in on a time. I think about what I have to do that day and if I have to make any stops. I have to phrase this one carefully, though, because she has a memory like an elephant. This child remembers things that happened when she was a baby when I can't even remember what I ate for lunch yesterday. "I'll be home when the clock will say 5, 3, and 0. If I'm going to be late, I will call you." I kiss the munchkin on the top of the forehead, and she is satisfied.She anticipates my return. She loves me, loves being with me, and misses me when I am gone. How much more should we be like this with our Heavenly Father. The older I get, the more I learn about how marvelous and wonderful He is, the more I anticipate His Return. For God, time has no meaning, but in His infinite wisdom, He created it for us. Someday we will not count our somedays...sometime very soon it will not have meaning for us either. We will still have our memories, but we will not be able to remember when. But for now, we wait. Rachael waits for her mommy to come home. We wait until Abba sends His son to come for us. Blessed be the day.