Timeless
“'I
am as God created me.' In this one thought is all the past undone;
the present saved to quietly extend into a timeless eternity.”
A
Course in Miracles
If
you could see me now, you would greatly doubt the veracity of this
claim. I have been sick for about a week; my hair is straggly, my
nose red from all the blowing, and I have a man-voice. There's an ace
bandage wrapped tightly around my ribs because every single muscle
that holds them together is strained to the breaking point. In short,
I'm a sad looking mess. But, I'm getting better. I don't think it
will be long before God can claim me again.
We
humans divide experiences into good and bad, looks into pleasing
or not—we're very good at categorizing almost everything into
positive or negative. It's bad that I've been sick, for instance, and
will be good to feel better. However, while I've been on mandatory
house arrest for fear of infecting the rest of humanity with this
ghastly bug, I've done a lot of thinking and remembering. My
grandmother has been on my mind so much, I rummaged through the
larder yesterday and cooked up some chicken and dumplings. I never
make that particular dish, in fact, probably haven't even attempted
it in well over thirty years. But yesterday it seemed absolutely
necessary.
I
communicated on Facebook with my cousin, Anne, and she responded with
her sweet memories of going to Mama's house in Jefferson City. Pot
roast cooking on the stove, the Mimosa trees in full bloom, a patch
of mint by the outside faucet and the iced tea Mama made from it,
sunflowers growing taller than a man. Beautiful scents, and sights,
and quiet joys that one woman brought into our childhood lives—just
as potent today as they were then.
Time
is a human construct. This is a “God-thing” and is therefore
timeless. Those who have gone before us can still reach into our
minds and give us helpful advice. Mama knew chicken and dumplings
would be just what the doctor ordered, and it was.
In
the Spirit,
Jane
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