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Seeing Things in a Different Light
One Sunday morning I watched one of our sweet ladies walk toward the church. Completely put together from head to toe as always, but she walks with a cane now. She is one of those ladies that, is a very dignified lady. I used to think that she was a little stuffy until I gave myself the chance to get to know her. I mean really know her. She has a great sense of humor and a love for God that is evident when you talk to her. As I watched, I thought, she used to be me. My age with grown children and grandchildren. I look at the young mothers and think, I used to be them; a young woman, wrestling with small children all the while trying to keep my skirt down as they climb all over me.
We have goals from the very beginning. We want to learn to walk and talk, start school and finish it, start another school and finish it. We want to fall in love, have children and watch them grow up, we work to mold them into strong, God serving, productive citizens. They start school and finish and start another one and finish that one, too. They fall in love and have children of their own and then it’s their turn to mold their children. My how life changes. One day you are the young child on the swing, the young woman in love, the young mother with her children, the grandmother, great-grandmother and if we live to see it, the great-great-grandmother. How many times did we long for the day that the kids will be out of the house so we can have some peace and quiet and then the peace and quiet screams at us.
As we go about our daily lives wishing and hoping for what we don’t have instead of enjoying the blessing of what we have right now, we want to rush things. I wish I could drive. I wish he would learn to walk. I have always heard that youth is wasted on the young. I don’t know about that, but I do know that after you have been through the years, you learn a thing or two. I wish, I wish, oh, how I wish I could take back those wishes and relive some of those times. Times when our parents were young and herding the 4 of us kids to get to where we are going. When the best smell in the world was grandpa’s pipe, or Momma’s cooking or the smell of a new born baby’s head. Time marches on and we grow older; we experience love and loss. This is the way it was meant to be. We are not put on this Earth to live forever but just for a season. Be thankful for the season that you are in at this moment because in the next moment it is whisked away. Learn to be thankful.
There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven— Ecclesiastes 3:1