Earthís life is marked off by events that change the course of its movement and we call them eras. They are like the unexpected fork in a narrow road that presents to you the problem of what direction to take. Straight ahead will take you to your planned destination and you might stubbornly refuse to make the turn. However, earthly progress demands flexibility. Not taking the new road will keep you on the one that is not being maintained and, at the end of it, your destination no longer exists.
That is why they call them eras. Something happens to change expectations into memories and what will be into what was.
When I divide my own life into eras, I can see how I have been formed into who I am now. Now is actually the only time we have, whether personally or globally, and dwelling on reminiscences or what might be tomorrow is wasting precious time. Neither exists. Examining past history is only for cleaning up the debris.
Infancy; the toddler years; immigration to America, adjusting to the birth of my sister; the elementary school years when I had my first conversation with God; high school; and the teen years were all short eras. Each phase made an impression on my character and formed my opinion as to the worthiness of living.
The romance years gave way to the early marriage years and the wrenching disappointment of being unable to have children.
Losing my Daddy made me fatherless for the rest of my earthly life.
The adoption of a son fulfilled my maternal heart and his pre-school years were my most enjoyable era. Because I felt his being pulled away from me, my sonís school years were painful. They were too busy and I prefer to forget them. I compare them to war years in earthís time.
His marriage, the birth of his daughter, and his divorce from her mother was my time of agony. His second marriage and the abuse of my granddaughter was the era of my personal minefield of emotion. It tries my ability to forgive as I know I must. This is some of the debris that I have to clean up.
The loss of my mother made me an orphan for the rest of my earthly life.
Grandsons are both a pleasure and a promise and two in one year is marvelous. Being disliked by their mother smothers the pleasure but not the promise. I have learned to withhold judgment when events are ongoing.
Old age slid along like a serpent. While I was busy marking time elsewhere, my body began to grey, and wrinkle, and ache. All I can think when I look in the mirror is, ďWhat happened to my face?Ē Belts are no longer part of my wardrobe and I donít own a scale. Iíve got too much to do to accept this portion of life that has overtaken me.
Eras overlap. Iíve been married to the same man for 46 years, my eighteen year old granddaughter is my best friend, and I do not have a pet for the first time in my life. Having a sister is a special blessing and friends are family, too. My destination has not gone up in smoke, rather it is beyond the farthest star. At the end of this narrow road is the eternal era Iíve had in sight all these years.
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.