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Sometimes life happens and you don’t even notice it,
until one day you sit down or you look up and it all comes rushing in.
Reality seems to have taken on a dream like quality.
Your moments are no longer your own,
and what was once days, weeks and months simply becomes…
Laying in bed thinking of who I was, who I am and who I’m quickly becoming,
I contemplated what time means to me, being a mom.
Time is measured in a completely new way.
Time doesn’t matter, only in the context of making sure my baby is happy and healthy.
I seem to exist outside any realm I was previously used to.
My concerns are based solely on helping, shaping and caring for another human being.
I imagined to myself it must be how God views time.
He is our father and we are His children,
His work is to bring to pass our immortality and eternal life.
In essence His whole existence is to ensure His children’s happiness.
Similarly I am Fiona’s mother and she is my child.
I exist to help God ensure Fiona’s happiness.
Time as I knew it does not matter.
I measure it in love, in heartbeats, in smiles, in successes.
Only imagine if we existed to ensure millions of soul’s happiness,
like God does.
Time as we know it would become obsolete,
and would only be measured in smiles, in successes.
No wonder God is so merciful, so loving, so kind, so forgiving.
No wonder He only remembers the good and not the bad,
He has no time.