Slow It Down
I’m celebrating 18 years of marriage to my rather awesome husband today, and I have to wonder: How am I already old enough to have been married this long? And I got to thinking about the big, scary commitment Jeff and I made to each other all those days ago before God, before family, before friends. I don’t know if we fully realized what, exactly, we were promising in front of all those witnesses and to each other. It’s not something we took lightly. But we didn’t fully comprehend what all those promises would entail in the day to day living of life. We couldn’t, really, for we had no magic portal to help us see into the future. But we made the commitment all the same, held each other’s hand and heart, and jumped into a new story together.
As I look at all that has changed, all that has stayed the same in in one way or another, at the things that still need to be chipped away or smoothed a bit more or tossed out altogether, I find myself wishing I could slow down time. But I can’t. The Earth spins at the same rate as it has for year upon year upon year, the second hand keeps ticking away, and I can either stay bogged down in past regrets and worries about unknown futures or . . . Or I could choose to learn from past successes and failures, do what I can to prepare for tomorrow, and appreciate what I have today.
Maybe that will make it seem like time is moving a little bit more slowly, because I’m not busy wishing it away.
And happy anniversary, sweetie -- I still do (and am glad I did).
P.S. I know the following song is not by a Christian band or a group of musicians who profess to be Christians, but all the same it makes me wonder what Heaven’s songs will sound like, could sound like. (A little Monday segue for you all.)
*Photo Credit: Enelin © 2012 (Flickr via Creative Commons)