We all know time flies, and they like the wind...
Memories. That was my father-in -law's joke. 'If time flies like the wind, tell me, what do fruit flies like?'
This morning will be busy, filled with getting to where we need to be on time, and getting home again. The Bible tells us 'Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature?' Matthew 6:27
We can only make our decisions based on the information that we have. So, we hope for the best and we pray. Yes, it's come to that.
We don't know what our lives will be next week or even on tomorrow.
I finished reading a gift-book, Dust Between the Stitches, by Cleo Lampos. It was an easy, interesting read. Tagged as 'a love story, a story of faith, and an historical novel,' with the Dust Bowl, Orphan train, and tied together with quilts.
Taken from her mother's letters and memories about the Dust Bowl era. It is a story of tragedy, hope and even a bit of justice.
This story reminds me of the providence of God. We sit on this side of the time line and look back on 1938—the time of Cleo's story. We know how things shook out because it's history.
The tragedy of our lives is we are living in history, but since it is real time to us we miss its significance. Just as they didn't know what would happen in 1939, we don't have a crystal ball to gaze into the future.
George Santayana is credited with saying, '“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it."
And so it seems, that life is like a recurring bad dream, in which we at times can see where we shouldn't go, but we are going there anyway.
Matthew 6:34 "Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof."