Time doesn't stand still

It was the rock band Rush that sang:

(Time stand still)

I'm not looking back
But I want to look around me now

(Time stand still)

See more of the people and the places that surround me now
Freeze this moment a little bit longer
Make each sensation a little bit stronger
Experience slips away

Another piece of my experiences slipped away this week with the passing of my lone remaining grandparent.

The generational clock has struck midnight and the roles officially changed for the next psuedo-24 hours, if you will. My parents are my grandparents, I am my parents and my daughter is me.

Day-to-day, does much change? No, not when you were already a thousand miles away. But it's still a reminder that time doesn't stand still. The temporary clock is ticking, but there is an eternal clock, too.

So while I'm left with memories of storytelling in bed, "nippers" off the bat in the backyard and an Arizona snowman for Christmas, that is all just a mist (James 4:14).

And I am reminded of the lines of the famous poem by C.T. Studd:

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.