Time it is a commodity that is highly treasured yet so often it is wasted. Time is just fleeting. It is like water falling over the falls. When I was a young mother I heard that I needed to enjoy the moments as they don’t last long. I would get frustrated and purposefully slow things down and treasure the minutes. I would hold my kids a bit longer, laugh with them a bit longer, delayed the “have to” for the fun things. But, alas, the whispers of time sped on by just the same.
As I look back over time, I am reminded so often, more often then not, how God has taken care of me and provided. The largest gift of all was in my adoring husband. This man that God brought into my life worked so very hard to provide for me and for the children. He would work long and hard to keep a roof over us when I was unable to leave home and work. He kept our home maintained and repaired. He also work hard at church and his walk with God.
Even with this amazing man, God would provide healing. I can not count the number of times my children were healed overnight from colds and viruses.
When I look at the times spent as a family unit, my heart is so full. I could not always join in the fun, but I sure enjoyed watching. The times we were out on the boat with the kids fishing and playing. The many hours out on the A.T.V. trails watching everyone as they played in the mud. The joy that I saw on everyone’s face as my dear family was laughing and just being together. Even while the house chores were done, daddy had away of making it fun.
The times I would look over at the kids during church and they were all worshiping God, and then a smile as I would catch my husband’s eye while he was up on the platform playing his drums, singing and worshiping.
I hear those whispers of time. I hear them rustling. What will be? What new whispers will pull at my ears? There is so much up a head. There is so much to hear.
The trickle of the waterfall, The woosh of the trees, the bark of a dog…the whispers of love, the giggle of children.
Psalm 90:12 (ESV) So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.
Time is soft, yet still hard. Time is strong, yet it is weak. Time is precious, yet it is despised. Time is large, yet it is small as a grain of sand. Time is beautiful, yet it is so very ugly.
Hold to the moments that reflects God’s hand. Hold to the moments that shout the brilliance of our Creator.
The whisper of time is but a vapor of life.