Good morning…
As we arrived at church the Sunday before Christmas, the life stage of our children was impossible to miss. Instead of tiny suit coats and smocked dresses of red and green, our young adults wore black skirts with boots, button downs with khakis. Instead of squirming through the sermon, our four growing kids were doing their best to just stay awake. Instead of rushing and arguing all the way to the church, long ago we opted for patience and peace, getting there when we get there, collecting in the same pew from various sleepovers.
A few younger moms said to me, “It is so nice to see your whole family in church, dressed up so beautifully, growing up so big.” I too love worshiping with our young adult children, while at the same time I miss the days of squirming coats and festive dresses. I cherish the memories of our young ones barely hanging on to their best behavior, excitement pulling them playfully toward Christmas morn.
This is a fleeting season, all six of worshiping together. Our kids will grow up more and likely go off further. So, I am savoring each Sunday that we pile in late to share the same pew before heading to Willie’s to chat over lunch.
“Do not let these memories escape from your mind as long as you live! And be sure to pass them on to your children and grandchildren,” Deuteronomy 4:9b (NLT),
Sue
