Tomorrow will be two years since my life was changed forever, 731 days since my heart was shattered, 17,544 hours since Dominic’s accident.
I never dreaded time the way I do now. Gray hair and wrinkles didn’t faze me. My children growing from babies to toddlers to high school graduates was exciting, not sad.
But now, I am oh, so aware, of the days and months that have passed since Dominic left us. I look back to the years we had with him and hate to see them falling further and further into the past.
I look ahead with ambivalence to the years that may lie between now and my reunion with the son I love and miss.
The Bible describes Heaven as a place where “time will be no more” and I’ve always considered that concept in terms of an unending opportunity to enjoy Jesus and those we love for ever and ever.
But something occurred to me the other day: timelessness itself will be a gift unimagineable.
In this body, I am bound in time. My life is divided into “before” and “after”. But there will be a day when it won’t be.
There will be a day when I will also inhabit the timeless eternity where Jesus reigns and Dominic resides.
I don’t know if I will remember the details of this life, the pain and the heartache-maybe, because Scripture tells me that God will wipe away every tear-but I firmly believe that I will be able to enter fully into the “now” of heaven’s timelessness without a sense of loss.
I will be free from this body of sin and death, free from the burden of grief and pain, free of the weight of sorrow.
For ever and ever. Amen.
Nothing that has cursed mankind shall exist any longer; the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be within the city. His servants shall worship him; they shall see his face, and his name will be upon their foreheads. Night shall be no more; they have no more need for either lamplight or sunlight, for the Lord God will shed his light upon them and they shall reign as kings for timeless ages.
Revelation 22:3-5 Phillips