But not today.
The hands of clock have changed the times. Changed the answers.
My mom, Hazel turned 91 years old yesterday. The ending of her stories don’t sound the same anymore. She can’t remember them. She’s losing her memory and it bothers her.
It bothers me too.
She was always there for me, from finding puppies and kittens on the side of the road to mending broken hearts by the side of my bed. From picking out a college to picking out a wedding dress. She was there.
Growing up, she wanted me to know our family heritage. Where we came from. Who we were.
I was more interested in boyfriends, girlfriends, driving and sleep-overs. Then it was raising kids, date nights, and company trips.
Today I want to know all I didn’t, and she can’t tell me.
Sure we’ve had our differences over the years. Maybe more than others. But she gave me three invaluable treasures, time cannot steal away.
1. Jesus loves me.
2. Pray about everything.
3. And God is constant, yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
Yesterday, today and tomorrow, God is never-changing, steadfast, dependable, faithful, trustworthy, truthful, righteous. He keeps His promises. He answers prayers. He always there. He never let’s go. And He never grows old.
He will never forget who we are, where we came from, or where we’re going. As believers He has sealed for all eternity. Amen!
We can’t stop time. It changes, but God doesn’t.
Toady, I may need to remind the small framed lady with the silky skin what day of the week it is, but because of her, I’m reminded that in this ever-changing world, I can count on a never-changing God.