Time Glides

I've hated time for most of life.  Ten-year old me could barely handle fifth grade math because of time.  It's the concept that bothers me.  It's always seemed to me that there was something wrong about time, as if it doesn't work right.

Abraham 5:13

But of the tree of knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it; for in the time that thou eatest thereof, thou shalt surely die.  Now I, Abraham, saw that it was after the Lord's time, which was after the time of Kolob; for as yet the Gods had not appointed unto Adam his reckoning.

I'm finally figuring it out.  There's nothing wrong with time.  Time is perfect for what it is.  It's how I interact with the Lord throughout my mortality.  It's how He helps me to progress.

I hate that Hannah can't be here with me through this time.  But she doesn't need time.  I do.  I hate that the Lord didn't give me more time with my baby.  But I rejoice that He gave me any time with her at all.

There's a lot of phrases about the passage of time.  Time flies.  Time marches on.  Time and tides wait for no man.  But the song Love at Home (from The Church of Jesus Christ hymnbook) says it best.  "Time doth softly, sweetly glide When there's love at home."

I can feel the love and light of Heavenly Father, of the Savior and of Hannah across all the time that I have.