Good morning…
I remember dropping off our first kindergartener for his first day of school, driving home, and crying emotions all over my journal. That was August 2000. Back then I was nurturing two more kids at home, three-and-a-half and seventeen months, and our final baby was just a hope in my heart, born the next June to round out our clan. This morning our last child, now eighteen years old, will drive himself to his first day of his last high school year.
It will be a bittersweet blessing to snap photos of our son and his friends enjoying the traditional senior breakfast, before they parade into the school as the Senior Class of 2020. Will I drive home to cry emotions all over my journal? Probably not, and here is why.
Over the past nineteen years, I have learned a lot about the dynamics of change.
- Change is inevitable, so why even try to white-knuckle an old phase?
- Taking time to miss “what was,” embrace “what is,” and hope for “what will be” makes every day worth living.
- Memories are like butter, through life’s churning motion, over time the best parts of life rise to the top rich, delicious, spreadable joy.
- “The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time,” sings artist James Taylor. I vow to enjoy this last year with our last child in our home, noticing, savoring, appreciating the blessings of our emptying nest.
- Amid life’s changing seasons, we are extravagantly loved, deep and wide, by the One God who is the same yesterday, today, and forever. To remind ourselves of our living LORD’s ever-presence, why not revisit regularly One Quiet Video from yesterday’s post?
So I commend the enjoyment of life, because there is nothing better for a person under the sun than to eat and drink and be glad. Then joy will accompany them in their toil all the days of the life God has given them under the sun (Ecclesiastes 8:15, NIV).
…Sue…
