time passes

Time passes.  On this blog an embarassing amount of time has passed.  And amazing things have happened in that time. 

A new person joined our family. 

We live in a different house and neighborhood. 

There have been birthdays, teeth lost, milestones.  Time passes. 

Sometimes I think that my fears and weaknesses and personal failures are never going to be conquered.  Yet time passes.  What seems impossible can be.  God's gift of time is SO precious. There is time to change.  Time that will soften, illuminate, divide the important from the un.  It's the miracle grow that only Heaven can spread on our garden. Time. After all our work planting and weeding and watering, Time brings the harvest.   

I recently gave a lesson in Church about personal records. Because of it I challenged myself to resuccitate this blog, because I KNOW that these records are important to my family, and to me, and to me learrning from my life's experiences.  The me of a time passed can answer right now me's questions.  Personal records give me the gift of having a concrete capturing of time passing.  So here I am.  CPRing this blog and feeling blessed by it even as I type.

One of my faves Eva Cassidy sang this song called "Time is a Healer" and one of the parts says

"Time is a healer

And all hearts that break

Are put back together again

For love heals the wounds it makes." 

A long time ago I posted our famous goose story. And I honestly thought my children might not recover from their trauma! But time passes. They recently went back and chased those geese down and felt a surge of satisfaction.  Hopefully from the joy of overcoming not from the pleasure of vengence.  Time gave them a much different experience. 

Sammy Boy is as big as the geese now.

  

 

Two more squishfaces have come to us since then. 

I've learned a few things.  I still have some of the same things to figure out.  I have new things to learn.  Time passes.  And blessings trail as it passes like dust from a shooting star.