Playing With Water, Time, and Eternity

Remember how Lucy used to love playing with water?  I mean, really -- what kid doesn't like playing with water. 



But I remember she used to stand at the sink for as long as I'd let her, pouring water from cup to cup.  For whatever reason, the other day, she decided she wanted to play in the sink again.  And she was having such fun and was so still, and the light was so pretty. 




So I got out my camera and quickly got the random appliances off the counter. 



And then, just for fun--I looked back through the blog and found the photos from exactly a year ago.  And oh. my. word.  I cannot believe how much bigger she is now!!  It has only been a year.

I was reminded of a C.S. Lewis quote the other day. 

For we are so little reconciled to time that we are even astonished at it.  “How he’s grown!”, we exclaim “How time flies!” as though the universal form of our experience were again and again a novelty.  It is as strange as if a fish were repeatedly surprised at the wetness of water.  And that would be strange indeed; unless of course the fish were destined one day to become, one day, a land animal.

I think that's true. Maybe we are continually surprised by the passage of time because we were made for eternity -- for a timeless Being.



That being said -- I am glad and grateful to be in this temporary slice of the time/space continuum.  With Lucy.  And with Elliot and Daniel. And we are so anxious to meet #3.  And even though Lucy has grown so much in the past year -- I am holding the terror of it in the same hand as the gladness. 



I can't hold on to the baby years... or any years.  "Letting" them pass is trusting that God will be enough in the next chapter in our lives, and the next chapter after that.  Until the years are all used up and we can finally go home.



But for now, I'm glad to take this chapter one day at a time.