“Where has the time gone?” we mutter at times. While at other moments we empathize with the child’s question “Are we there yet, Daddy?” The clock beats its steady rhythm, but our perception of time varies by the circumstance. Birthdays pile up almost as unacknowledged as the multiplying hangers in the front closet. Seemingly overnight smiling skinny boys become broad shouldered young men with serious expressions. Girls become women in mere moments. Suddenly, a few gray hairs become our gray standard look. What we have lost in vim and vigor we have gained in wisdom and common sense. All of this comes with startling suddenness. Other moments move with excruciation slowness. The last fifteen minutes before the end of work or school takes at least an hour. The COVID months drifting along until every day seems the same as the last. The pot never boils, the doctor never calls, and the beloved visitors seem never to arrive. Time creeps snail like to our great irritation. Because of the limits of our perception it is hard to remember “My times are in your hands.” Slow and steady or fast and immediate, all our times are in the hands of God, so ultimately they are neither too fast nor too slow. Often we would like God to slow things down so that we might better savor the good or speed things up so that our anxiety might be reduced. Perhaps God is saying “All in good time.” “Don’t worry I will be with you for all time. You can just relax and live the life I have given you for this time, because all your times clear into eternity are in my hands.”