"Twelve"

At the gym where I go to work out there is a little boy who comes with his mother.  He likes to run around the track behind me, jump on the steps I jump on or over and basically be a part of my exercise "team."  He has as much cuteness as one little boy can squeeze into his body.  He is polite and helpful, too, which makes him a pleasure to have around instead of a nuisance.

The other night, as I was ending my workout, and stepping up on my step for what seemed like the hundredth time, he was standing beside me watching me.  I asked him how old he was.

"Four."  That seemed about right to me based on my experience with little boys.  Then I asked him how old he thought I was.

He looked at me for a minute and said, "Twelve."

Immediately he had a friend for life!  I think I laughed all the way around the track.  His perception of time obviously wasn't too well developed yet.

My little friend really has it pegged though, time is all a matter of perception.  It isn't real in the sense of eternity, its just what we use here to mark our days, weeks and years.  In heaven, there will be no sun, no moon, no more time.

 (Photo credit: Dalo_Pix2)

Just imagine, a place where there is not a watch, not a clock in sight!  In my line of work, time is essential and there are clocks everywhere.  All our fetal monitors are in sync with all our computers so that everything agrees time-wise.  Perhaps that is why I have a hard time wrapping my brain around the concept of a time-free existence.  No time, no aging, no deadlines.

I may not be able to understand it, but I am sure looking forward to it!