The child before me is six years old and the resemblance to her grandmother is striking. I can, in my memory, still see her grandmother somewhere around that age. That eight-year-old was wearing a heavy winter coat with only the little skates sticking out from underneath. I was barely a teenager observing my surroundings.
The little girl I observed in 1966 is now a grandmother and, too bad for her, she’s also my sister-in-law.
Time has a way of changing everything as it delivers new situations to the grind of life.
The writer of Ecclesiastes had something similar in mind when he penned chapter three.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-2
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,
You observe a cute little girl one day, trying to stay upright on steel runners, and the next she is someone’s grandmother and your sister-in-law.
Grab time as it quickly passes because it is truly a vapor that appears for little time and vanishes away.
Give it some thought.
Gary