Sunday, March 27, 2011

Time Marches On....

Dear Readers,

The clock keeps ticking. The days on the calendar keep turning over. Change keeps happening.

The hit country song “Time Marches On” by Tracy Lawrence talks about difficult things that happen to a family as time marches on. The family starts out with fairly innocent beginnings. As the years march by the family winds down a path of separation and heartache.

“Sister cries out from her baby bed; 

Brother runs in feathers on his head. 
Mamma’s in her room learning how to sew; 
Daddy’s drinking beer, listening to the radio.

Mamma is depressed, barely makes a sound; 

Daddy’s got a girlfriend in another town. 
Bob Dylan sings “Like a Rolling Stone”; 
And time marches on, time marches on.”

The last verse:
“Sister calls herself a sexy grandma;
Brother’s on a diet for high cholesterol.
Mamma’s out of touch with reality;
Daddy’s in the ground beneath the maple tree.
As the angels sing an old Hank Williams song;
Time marches on, time marches on.”

As I journey toward being sixty years old I am ever closer to my inevitable end. I am not trying to be morbid, but realistic. With my Dad and Mom’s families I had nineteen immediate relatives. Of these nineteen only three remain living. 

I firmly believe that most of my family members had hope from a source that Tracy Lawrence left out of his song. I also firmly believe that I will see most of them again in the future. I also want to fervently pray for the generation remaining and the generations to come that they have hope and joy… “As Time Marches On”.

Now hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us. Romans 5:5 (NKJV)

See you next time,


Dee Yoder said...

Good post, honey. Very touching. said...

Thanks a lot!