Time Passes On

While things may not seem to be too exciting in the Tamming household, time does keep plotting along. Stephen is in the thick of planning the new year - worship services, sermon series, and campaigns. The girls are doing well in school. Speeches are the focus of the homework time. Piano practice fills the air with some sweet melodies by the end of the week's practices. Swimming lessons on Monday, GEMS Tuesday, and figure skating on Wednesday and Saturday. I have come to enjoy the days in which all three are in school. I have found time to catch up with some of the neglected items - some housekeeping and organizing and just taking a few quiet moments just for myself.

This morning, it is such a time. I have straightened up the house, looked at my email, answered a few phone calls, not logged in to facebook for fear of wasting too much time, and read a blog update of a dear friend. It is with a few tears in my eyes that I know that while life and time do plot along, there are moments in which, you are just stopped short and have to try to catch your breath. I am reminded that while life is plotting along, for some, it seems that time just stops , feels like it has turned back, or it is VERY slowly ticking along. Once again, I was reminded of what I had been through, how I have been altered, and what will my life entail today. For those heavy on my heart, all I can do is talk to the One, who was, is, and always will be there, about it all and leave it with Him.

This week marks the one year anniversary of my last phrase of treatment. I remember how stressed I was in the fact that I would have to "move to London for the week" for the radiation treatments for a period of five weeks - an eternity in my books. It turned out not to be too bad in the end - it was an opportunity to have to walk out on my own - meet new people, bunk with a roommate, figure out who I was without the title or daily responsibilities of being a mother or wife, reflect on what I have done with my life and what God was doing with me at that moment. I remember walking out of the clinic on my last treatment day with a prayer that I would never return for more treatments. Some thing never change because I am still hoping on this day that that prayer will hold true.

One year later, while my daily routine makes the day pass by more easily, it is never too far from my thoughts how different the lives of others and mine had been before cancer. It is good to just stop and catch a breath and to turn the One who has granted that breath so that my time here can keep ticking along.