TIME IS NOT OUR GOD

A message from a friend stopped me in my tracks today: “We are not running out of time. Time is not our God.”

Those words have stayed with me as I sit beside my son, Toby, watching him fight with a strength that defies everything we’ve been told to expect. The clock keeps ticking, louder than ever. Every second feels heavier, every moment stretched between hope and fear. But Toby has been here before. He has stood at the edge of impossible timelines and somehow moved beyond them—again and again.

This is what I remind myself when doubt creeps in. His life is not defined by numbers on a chart, by clinical predictions, or by the pressure of deadlines imposed by others. Those things may try to measure him, but they do not hold him.

There is something greater at work—something that cannot be calculated or controlled. It lives in his resilience, in the quiet strength he shows even on the hardest days, and in the belief that his story is still being written beyond what we can see.

And that belief is what carries us now. Not the clock. Not the fear. But the unshakable truth that time does not decide his ending.