Where in the world does the time go, I wonder, when time goes by?

And how many times have I used that phrase?

As time’s clock ticks the moments of my life away,

After a second has passed …

Does it go somewhere?

Is there some great vault of moments,

Where the God of All Time stores seconds and minutes and hours and days?

The Book says He stores our tears in a bottle.

Does he keep time in some glass jar with a lid?

And what is time, anyway?

One dictionary defines time as ” the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole.”

I’m not even sure what that means, and I’ve read the definition several times.

It’s almost impossible to define the meaning of time,

Without using the word ‘time’ in the definition.

No. Most of us would struggle to define time, but we know what it means.

Time waits for no one.

Time doesn’t just march on. It flies.

Time flies by, doesn’t it?

Some people seem to be having the time of their lives,

Until … well, until their time is up.

Where in the world does the time go, though,

As time goes by?

How many times have I said, “It seems like only yesterday …”

And then, the memory that follows isn’t about yesterday at all.

When I recall what seems like only yesterday,

Invariably, I am remembering a time many years ago;

A story that bears repeating,

Or at least I feel it bears repeating.

Often, what seems like only yesterday is a place of recollecting God’s work in my life.

I find it interesting, though, that the rate of speed of the moments I live

Seems directly proportional to the intensity of the trial of the moment.

Have you noticed? Time slows like a dirge, when the burden is great.

But when some happening seems like it was only yesterday,

The moments between the ‘now’ and the ‘yesterday’ have somehow flown by.

Even after all these years, I don’t know where the time goes.

I only know the old song — it’s actually a prayer, I think, set to song is still true:

Moment by moment I’m kept in His love;
Moment by moment I’ve life from above;
Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine;
Moment by moment, O Lord, I am Thine.

Never a trial that He is not there,
Never a burden that He doth not bear,
Never a sorrow that He doth not share,
Moment by moment, I’m under His care.

2 thoughts on “Moments

  1. I remember the old timers talking about how fast time had gone by. As a kid it seemed to be dragging by. Now that I am an old timer ( Old, fat n,funny looking actually) I know what those old timers were talking about.

    1. Yes, Al.
      I know what you mean. When I ‘remember the old timers,’ it’s easy to forget I am now one of them. Thanks for listening faithfully. I appreciate it, cuz.

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