Prayers, Not Airs…and Certainly Not Understanding the Universe

Dear Reader:

Time. What an enigma! Space. What an enigma! Put them together and I can get a ‘brain-freeze’ without even the enjoyment of eating ice cream!

I was watching NOVA the other night and it was talking about our galaxy as compared to  the vastness of infinity surrounding it…  I could feel my poor little neurons hiding under the bed in my brain….too much to comprehend.

In fact infinity is not a number at all. It is a mathematical concept of utmost importance in math and physics but not an actual number. I was happy to read that I am not alone in my confusion of the vastness of the world(s) around me. I could concur with this statement:

“You may think you understand infinity, but you really don’t. No human does. Its like picturing the fourth spatial dimensions.  It can’t be done by human beings.”

I  feel that infinity is right up there with eternity and we chronologically-timed humans simply don’t have the ability to wrap our minds around concepts so extraordinary yet foreign to our understanding of the world around us.

I think that is why God put limitations on our ability to process time. He gave us a 24 hour day to handle and then took all the yesterdays and tomorrows from us, His children, to handle Himself like a caring parent.

God’s Days

There are two days in the week upon which and about which I never worry — two carefree days kept sacredly free from fear and apprehension. One of these days is Yesterday. Yesterday, with its cares and fret and pains and aches, all its faults, its mistakes and blunders, has passed forever beyond my recall. It was mine; it is God’s.

The other day that I do not worry about is Tomorrow. Tomorrow, with all its possible adversities, its burdens, its perils, its large promise and performance, its failures and mistakes, is as far beyond my mastery as its dead sister, Yesterday. Tomorrow is God’s day; it will be mine.

There is left, then, for myself but one day in the week – Today. Any man can fight the battles of today. Any woman can carry the burdens of just one day; any man can resist the temptation of today. It is only when we willfully add the burden of these two awful eternities – Yesterday and Tomorrow – such burdens as only the Mighty God can sustain – that we break down.

It isn’t the experience of Today that drives men mad. It is the remorse of what happened Yesterday and fear of what Tomorrow might bring. These are God’s Days. Leave them to Him.


No matter how many times I hear this…I need to be reminded of it over and over and over. I am getting better at living in the present moment… but I am not there yet. What helps me most is changing the scientific concepts of the universe into something I can handle…stories.

“The universe is not made up of atoms…it is made up of tiny stories.” 

As long as I can tell my tiny story …I can handle my time on earth, my life, with a ‘little help from my friends’ and most importantly, my Creator.

So until tomorrow…“Your soul knows the geography of your destiny. Your soul alone has the map of your future, therefore you can trust this indirect, oblique side of yourself. If you do, it will take you where you need to go, but more important it will teach you a kindness of rhythm in your journey.”

-John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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2 Responses to Prayers, Not Airs…and Certainly Not Understanding the Universe

  1. bcparkison says:

    I think this is what drives me the craziest dealing with my mother. She is forever worring about tomorrow. There really are days when I hope tomorrow just does not get here because it starts all over again.


    • Becky Dingle says:

      It is one of the hardest habits to drop….if we lived in a common sense world…as we got older our worries about tomorrow would diminish with age….sounds practical doesn’t it? But unfortunately too many times worry over the future only intensifies with age…we make living so much harder on ourselves than God intended by refusing to simply let go and turn over our cares to HIm.

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