Time Takes Time

DFW“Time takes time.”  That’s what I thought I heard her say.  “Time takes time.”  What the hell kind of cliché BS are you spewing here, lady?

Then it hit me, pretty much all at once, right between the eyes.  Hang on a second.  This actually might make some sense.

For quite some time now, people have been saying to me: You need to be patient.  Healing takes time.  What you need is some time.  In time things will be different.

That’s all well and good, I thought, but I need that time to happen quickly and in the frame I decide.  After all, I’ve got stuff to do; I’ve got a life to live!

Something I’m beginning to realize, and powerfully too, is that any chance and hope I have of recovery and staying alive has everything to do with how I serve other people.  Every morning I have to pray to God to continue to restore me to sanity and help me find someone I can help.  I think maybe if I can do that, keep an eye out for someone I can help, my insane desire for everything to happen in my unrealistic time frame just might dial itself down a bit.

The woman said, “I have 26 years sober, and I have a daughter who still won’t talk to me.  She just can’t forgive me.  Yet.  I pray for her.  It’s all I can do.  I pray for her that she can lay down the pain that is keeping her so bitter and angry.  I love her, and I pray every day that we will be reconciled in time.  But, time takes time.”

 

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