When I was 5 years old, my parents separated and my grandmother became a stabilizing force in my life. I've just turned the same age she was then. Seems inconceivable I can be that "old."
It's got me thinking about time: We use it, and lose track of it. It flies, and stands still. It runs out, and also marches on. It gets away from us, and we have too much on our hands.
"Time has no power over one who dwells in the mind of God," Unity co-founder Charles Fillmore writes in Atom-Smashing Power of Mind. "There is no time to the mind of one who realizes omnipresence."
My own realization of omnipresence isn't sufficient to transcend time. I get occasional glimpses in meditation or ah-ha moments. But practically, my portal to eternity tends to be through the realization that I'm not separate from the unseen realm.
Though she died in 2008 at 103, my grandmother is still with me. I'm writing at a table that was hers. My clothes are stowed in a chest of drawers she owned. The plates I eat from were her everyday dishes. I like to think her integrity, work ethic and commitment to serving others are also with me. All that's comforting as I begin my 60th trip around the sun. But the deeper truth is that in the infinite realm, the good we shared in earthly life is and always will be.
I like to think that's what's meant in 2 Peter 3:8: "But do not ignore this one fact, beloved, that with the Lord a day is like a thousand years and a thousand years are like a day."
In God, we're one with all things. Everyone is, everywhere, for all time.