Monday, October 3, 2011


Sometimes I just need a big ol lungful of mountain air.
Today we headed west of Denver to see if we could find some Aspens.
I could have driven for hours, but those with me were being so patient that I had my hubby turn off at the first Open Space sign I saw. I didn't want to push it.

The park had lots of power lines. The sound of traffic on the highway was too loud. But...

There were Aspens. There was sweet mountain air by the lungful. There was everything I needed. I came down the trail with a big grin and a lighter heart.

Sunday, October 2, 2011


"But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near."
- Andrew Marvell (1621-1678)
Time Flies.
Time's up.
What time is it?
Too much time on my hands.
Time to go.
In no time.
Time is short.
Give me a little time.
Take all the time you need.
How much time do we have?
Never on time.
Time stood still.
Where has the time gone?

Time to think about time. Our culture is fixated on it.

Personally, I don't have a very good relationship with time. I would just as soon live in a culture that didn't keep track.

Time constricts me. But I bet if we were honest we would all agree. Why do we look at clocks so often otherwise?

Here's my thought: we weren't designed to live in time. 
I believe we were made to be timeless. To be eternal. We were created to live outside of time like God does.

But we messed up. So now we have a limit to our time. We are cursed to die. Every minute counts now. They are numbered.

We are constantly aware of this. We are limited and our time on earth is limited. But I think we also know something else, we aren't supposed to be limited.

That is God's voice in us. We are created to live eternally.
We can, of course. He has shown us how. But even those of us who have that assurance of eternal life, we still feel hounded by time.

It just isn't the way things are supposed to be.

(This is an edited repost)