The days get filled, don’t they? You get to the end of each one and it is somehow filled up, somehow finished. All the moments swirl together to make a day, a year, and eventually, a whole life.
The moments matter, but they are swiftly moving pieces of time. It’s hard to catch them, hard to hold them down. Even “cherishing the moments” can bring frustration and a kind of despair. We can’t stop time. We can’t hold on to the moments. We can’t slow down our life or lengthen the days. Even living intentionally doesn’t stop the trickling of sand.
Lullabies to school days to rocking chair. Soft baby skin to teenage acne to wrinkled brow. Like water held in the palms of our hands, the moments trickle through. They add up, but they are hard to count.
O LORD, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting I am! Behold, you have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath! Psalm 39:4,5
This lifetime feels like the big game, but it is really just a scrimmage. It is just a preparation for eternity. It is a blurry photo, a smudged essay, a shallow breath.
It is not the end.
Eternity is in our hearts. Marissa has had to stretch her understanding of what that means. She has had to broaden her idea of what makes a good life and what it means to be loved by God. She is learning to trust that whatever God gives her is enough. Enough to fulfill her purpose, enough to prepare her for eternity, enough to enjoy God and bring Him glory.
It is enough.
The Bible tells us that God’s timing is different than ours. With the Lord one day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years is like one day. 2 Peter 3:8 We are trying to think of time like He does. We long to know what it means to live each day like it is a thousand years and at the same time like it is just a breath of eternity.
This moment is fleeting, but it is as big as a thousand years. Surely, it is enough. It is our story, our life. It is what we have, what we have been given by God. It is sacred. It is precious. It is ours.
Even when it feels like just a breath, it is enough. It is enough to lead us home.
You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore. Psalm 16:11