Time and Leather

Mum looked down today at the belt she was wearing. She bought the belt in college. It's brown, thick leather. The buckle had a silver plating of sorts on it at one point, but now the base metal is showing through. We're not sure how old the cow was, but we know the belt is at least seven years old. Oh, yep, and it was on the clearance rack so I guess it could be more like eight years old.

Time.

The buckle has been drifting down the belt over the years. This isn't a bad thing she tells me. Women get hips. A young woman becomes a mother. Time is 'a marching. As mom noticed the dark indents by the three previous holes, she thought back through time.

What a great illustration of time.

Graduation. Marriage. Move. Move. One kid. Move. Two kid.

(Dad calls us "thing 1" and "thing 2" when he wants to get mom laughing).

Now Move again.

In the ballpark of the next half of the year, we'll add another "Move" to the belt o' time.
It's a wild thing to contemplate the next big change in our lives. It's a big version of trying dad's "banging tuna-noodle casserole"- there's a new version of it each time and the nutritional content is vague.

Back to the belt:

So thanks to the cow who gave the hide that's lasted so long being worn almost every day and thanks in a much greater way to the God who sustains us. And may you, when you see how time has passed, take rest in God's genuine past, present, and future provision.