I’ve considered time since I was a small child. One of my first time-related memories is of an incident which happened when I was no more than five or six. I’d been playing next door, in my grandparents yard. With my bare hands, I pulled a prickly weed from the ground. It must have been a thistle, but I didn’t think it was. Whatever this demon-plant was, my small hand was now filled with painful and tiny, itchy barbs. It hurt. My first inclination was to cry.
This memory is as clear and life-altering as if it were only yesterday. I looked down at my hand, and I remember thinking: A few moments ago, all was well. In a day, maybe two, all will be well once again. Only now, in the moment as I stood there looking at my hand, it is painful. And my young mind reasoned that… just as the philosopher said, “This too will pass.” This was a giant stepping stone for me and for my future, setting the path for my outlook on life.
Perhaps that’s why I hold so dear the wonderful memories from my past. I’ve learned to hold close and remember and celebrate the little joys and victories of yesteryear. I’m determined to honor those good memories with happiness and thankfulness. And I’ve chosen to keep those distasteful and painful remembrances at arm’s length.
I most definitely consider this time related blessing a ‘God-thing!’