I often think about the mystery of time. God is outside of time, yet God dwells with us within time. How can anyone understand this?

More than anything else, time seems to be a grace. Day follows day. Season follows season. We unfurl our petals so gradually that we can only glimpse the meaning of the process in retrospect. We can only see the lessons learned from joy and suffering, success and failure, after we have had enough time to process and understand the fruits of our experiences.

Time also brings decline and dissolution. Another mystery. Yet, every year spring brings new hope.

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