Thoughts From The Waiting Room

Time is a funny thing.

I spoke this past weekend on the sovereignty of God. For some reason, I thought it might be a good idea to take a quick detour down the road of how God experiences time. Quote a little Moses, a little Peter, a little Mere Christianity, toss in a goofy illustration that may or may not have helped and there you go.

Here’s the point: time is different for the Eternal God than it is for me (that whole “day is like a thousand years” thing).

That much I can take on faith. It even makes sense. I mean, as much as my puny little brain can make sense of such matters.

Here’s what I can’t quite get that brain to wrap around: how exactly did I get to this very moment so fast? As in, where did the years go?

Because just yesterday I was holding a little girl in my arms that took my breath away… My beautiful, full of life wife, had just given birth to our first child, Alexandra. And this work of art was now nestled in my arms.

I could barely take it in—me, a father. Go figure. But there she was–a little fearfully and wonderfully made masterpiece.

But that was yesterday, I promise. And yet, here I am, sitting in a waiting room…waiting. I’m waiting for a young man to walk through that door in the next few minutes (or hours) and tell me my little Alex has given birth to her own miracle.

And here I am again barely taking it in—me a grandfather. Go figure.

All I did was blink!

The minutes are slowing down in this waiting room as I wait. But the moment is soon coming to hold another little one. In the meantime, I’ll just sit here next to that beautiful wife of mine and give thanks to the giver of life, my eternal God.

And try to figure out where those years went.

Alex, Michael, and Kennedy are doing great. Thank you for the prayers and well wishes.