Nine Years

This morning on the way to school, my son Bryce said, “In nine years I can drive myself to school.”

I almost rear-ended the car in front of me.

Could that be true, I wondered? It sure didn’t seem right, but after a quick calculation I determined his math was accurate.

Then it occurred to me, “nine years” seems totally different to Bryce than to me. After all, he hasn’t even lived nine years yet –how could he possibly comprehend it?

For him, nine years is an eternity. For me, nine years is tomorrow. It causes me to wonder where all the time has gone. Even more, I sense an urgency to “redeem the time” that I have left with Bryce before he moves away to college one day.

While Bryce feels like that day will never arrive, I feel like it is right upon me.

It reminds me of how God’s view of time is different from ours. “With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day” (2 Peter 3:8).

I am like the child with no possible means to fathom the providential ways in which God is leading me. And, at the same time He sees it all from beginning to end. All the more reason to trust him more!

In the mean time, I’m praying for God’s timing when it comes to Bryce’s drivers license. If one day is like a thousand years, that would mean Bryce could drive in 3,285,000 years!