Time heals all wounds.
It’s just a matter of time.
Time is such an interesting concept, both fleeting and dragging all at the same time. We complain that the clock inches slowly on a long day and pout when it rushes past us as we reflect on the “good times.” As humans we crave and loathe the concept of time. It brings us hope and deprives us of joy all in one fell swoop.
There is a joke about the weather that I hear stapled to various cities. “Don’t like the weather in ________? Just wait five minutes.” A bit of an exaggeration, but it’s an idea that we often try to apply to our daily lives when things are dragging or more painful then we hoped. Don’t like your life? Just wait five minutes. If only it was that easy.
I find a lot of comfort in Ecclesiastes’ chapter on time so perfectly summed together in the subject line: “A Time for Everything.” Written by King Solomon, son of King David and his mistress Bathsheba, near the end of his life, Ecclesiastes stands as a book of reflection from the wise king. (To refresh your memory, King Solomon is noted in history as an extremely wise king; incredible wisdom bestowed and blessed by God).
The older you get the more acutely aware you are of time. Whether it’s that you’re getting older or that your precious time is fleeting, there is a sense of urgency that there is just not enough time in your day. I think that’s what I find so beautiful about Ecclesiastes 3. Every life has various seasons. Each is a beautiful, precious season that we should savor – even if that season is, in fact, particularly painful.
I’ve been thinking a lot about past hurts; hurts from old friends and family members that remind you that no one (and I mean, no one) is perfect. I remember in these moments, or seasons, that I was in, I was so sure that there was no end to this storm and that this particular time would last forever. But let me assure, it really doesn’t. In fact, your heart does stop hurting. Actions stop getting replayed over and over again in your head. And one day (it really does come), you wake up, and whatever has been on your mind isn’t the first thing that you think of anymore. Time isn’t just inevitable, it is powerful. It truly does heal all wounds. Author Joan Didion brilliantly put it as this: “You forget too soon the things you thought you would never forget. You forget the lies and the betrayals alike. Forget what you whispered and what you screamed. Forget who you were.”
Here’s the truth about the season you’re in: one day it will end. It’s inevitable. Whether you are loving the weather or fighting to keep that hypothetical umbrella intact, this season will pass. This realization may bring you comfort or dread or maybe a little of both. But here’s the important thing to remember: We aren’t called to live hoping for each new season to come; looking forward to warmer weather or breaking out the layers. No. We are called to live in the season we are in. Each moment. Every second. Embracing it for all it’s worth and soaking up every lesson that comes from it. And I promise you this. By doing so, not only will it lead you to a life of no regrets, but it will strengthen your relationship with God because you are trusting in the fact that He does have your very best interest at heart.
There’s another popular phrase people use when referring to time: “There’s no better time than today.” Believe that and live that. Put on your raincoat or soak up the sun. Whatever time it is for you, live it fully and thankfully. You can’t go wrong with that.