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