A Meditation on Time and Eternity

 

 

 A Meditation on Time and Eternity

By Rita Davidson

 

 

Not long ago, I was sitting here on a day where the children were out enjoying themselves. It was the rare and first time the house was so quiet that I could hear the clock ticking.

  Looking up from my chair, I pondered the noise. I looked at the clock as the minute hand sounded its way around the hour.

   In a flash I realized how long we find time passing sometimes. Like a long check out line, or in a long traffic line up. How slow time passes when we are young and long for our life to start. How we can't wait to have another birthday to reach that magic age that will somehow make things right?

 

   It was then I took a closer look at the minute hand and realized with each tick, there was a second I would never see again. A second that was then and is no more. A second belonging to the long age of eternity, but never to be seen again. Life is bittersweet like that, isn't it?

 

   As I realized this in all it's depth I realized how fast that second hand is actually moving. Tick tick tick...it moves us ever so closer to our destiny. Ever closer to our own death and the eternity beyond it. Are we prepared?

 

  Our son Andrew is 12, and has autism. He struggles with  understanding death, time, and God among other things. One day he suddenly became sad. I asked him what was wrong. He went on to tell me how as each minute is passing he will never see that moment again. He struggles with anything that marks time. New Years is another hard one for him. For him, he senses how fast this life is moving us towards our destiny. 

 

   What cares do we have if we are facing death at this moment? Do we care if it rains tomorrow, or what about that bill we forgot to pay. What about the car repair that came at the worst time for our budget. So much of the strife of our daily lives fall away to the important things when death is at our door...our faith, our children, etc..

 

   I pray that I spend each and every second of my life at least pining away for a glorious eternity. Not an austere saint, but one filled with life and an equal balance of recreation and piety that seems to be so rare in these turbulent times.

 

Next time you are sorrowing from a loss, or from some frustration with time. Take a look at your nearest clock with a second hand. Take a close look at that ticking and how fast it is actually moving and remind yourself, each of those seconds brings us one step closer to God, what could we be doing right now to help our souls and the souls of our children make it there with us?

 

 What do you think ? Leave me your comments and stories below ?

 

 

©Copyright 2012 Rita Davidson   All Rights Reserved

 

 

Rita is a Catholic wife and mother of seven children. She reverted back to the faith when her oldest was making her First Communion. In 1996, Rita began 'Little Flowers Family Apostolates' to reach out to other families with her new found faith. In 1999, she wrote the bestselling, 'Immodesty; Satan's Virtue'. She was editor of 'The Catholic Health Letter' for 7 years. A homeschooling mom for 20+ years, she has been honored that families have trusted her with their questions, needs and concerns over the years. She continues to write and reach out to Catholic families with her husband, Mark and their 4 boys; through http://www.LittleFlowersFamilyPress.com

 

Our St. Therese Rose Bush story

 

 

As it's nearing June, our rose bush is in full bloom and it reminded me of a story I hope you'll all enjoy.

We moved in here 7 years ago. At that time we neglected to find out, where our septic system was. Not thinking it was very important at the time, we forgot about it for about a year. A day arrived when we figured it was about time we should look for it. Thinking it was simple we started digging here and digging there. No luck.

 

 We gave up and a year passed. We looked better at the lay of the land and tried to imagine which was it was all going. No luck. With a yard like ours you would think we could have it figured out. But when something is hidden and buried you really could be off by 10 inches and you are still lost.

 

 So we got in a local contractor. He poked and prodded our ground and was surprised he too came up with nothing. He felt sorry for us and never charged us but wished us luck.

 By this time, three years had passed and we were starting to think our septic didn’t exist. We started imagining some monsterous ‘thing’ was going on underground. We knew at this point we needed to start to get a septic pump as three years had passed. We were worried.

 

 So, one morning I got the idea, to pray to St. Therese. It just seemed the thing to do. Soon after I got a sudden urge to check at the rose bush. Sort of like when you spend hours looking for something and suddenly realize you didn’t look ‘there’.

 

 So, Mark and I got out there, not really thinking we’d find much and started poking the ground. Strangely all the prodding in this spot were the same depth. So, I prayed to St. Therese telling her if we found the septic, we’d name the rose bush after her.

 

 Sure enough, we seen a glimmer of cement! It took hours to dig enough to remove a cover and then another lid. Whoopee! There is was, right in sight of our house, in a direct line out from our bathrooms. Who would have known! (yes that is our St. Therese Rose bush at the top)

 

 She made us wait two whole years and had to promise her a rose bush in the process!

(yes, these are St. Therese's roses on our tree) 🙂

   Much like the prayers we seem to wait forever to get an answer. We pray and search and forget and pray again. Some intentions seem to never get heard. But, deep down we must remind ourselves that God is listening. He might be a little quiet right now, but He is waiting. He is giving us enough time to stretch our praying wings. Giving us enough time to make sure we really want this. Testing our patience to see if it will stretch a little farther. And when we do finally get an answer to prayer, it is sweet. Oh, it is such a good answer! After all that struggle for an answer, God makes sure we wait long enough to enjoy the sheer joy at having our prayer answered. Just another glimpse of heaven to come.

 Write your comments below. Your story of St. Therese, and what she has done for you ?

©Copyright 2012 Rita Davidson

 

Rita is a Catholic wife and mother of seven children. She reverted back to the faith when her oldest was making her First Communion. By then, she had completed degrees in Hairdressing and Make up artistry. She went on to receive a degree in Natural Health and another degree in Art. At age 26, Rita suffered a minor stroke. With no lasting effects, this dramatically changed her outlook on life. In 1996, Rita began 'Little Flowers Family Apostolates' to reach out to other families with her new found faith. In 1999, she wrote the bestselling, 'Immodesty; Satan's Virtue'. She was editor of 'The Catholic Health Letter' for 7 years. She has been a homeschooling mom for 20+ years, and has written for various magazines. She is honored that families have trusted her with their questions, needs and concerns over the years. She continues to write and reach out to Catholic families with her husband, Mark and their 4 boys through http://www.LittleFlowersFamilyPress.com