This time of year brings about a new transition for most. Summer came in like a joyful parade with its colors, festivities, and dancing.
You can feel the end of summer–cooler days, some leaves are changing in color, and school supplies are front and center at all your major stores. It’s inevitable. Soon lunches will need to be packed, buses caught, and homework reminders announced. The new but familiar rhythm.
My life is a little different now. My oldest is headed back to work after a summer break and is already missing her 2-year-old, my middle child is setting up her new apartment, and my youngest is away for a week. When she returns my last will enter high school. Sitting alone in my prayer garden, I realized how quickly life passes you by. Babies get older and leave. Couples grow deeper in love and discover a new journey that is rich with memories and faith stories.
I asked God about our habit of remembering the past while at the same time worrying about our future. He reminded me of our time at the beach in which a storm had occurred. The waves were strong and mighty as they ebbed and flowed. As they ebbed and went back, they eventually, with full force, crashed forward. However, there was a moment in which it seemed they stood still, and, underneath that moment, were beautiful shells! In that fleeting space of time, we selected our favorite shells–a treasure–just before the wave crashed again.
Ecclesiastes 3:11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.
I felt as if God was speaking to my heart about life. Yes we remember our yesterdays, we plan for our future, but the treasure is in the moment. Trying to fight against our memories and moving forward thoughts is futile. Instead, God is showing me to ride the waves, enjoy them, and treasure the moments as they happen. Don’t try to hold on. Let go and dance!
One cannot dance well unless one is completely in time with the music, not leaning back to the last step or pressing forward to the next one, but poised directly on the present step as it comes. Perfect poise on the beat is what gives good dancing its sense of ease, of timelessness, of the eternal.
He who bends to himself a joy
Doth the winged life destroy,
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity’s sunrise. (The Gift from the Sea, p. 97)
Oh to live in Eternity’s sunrise! Each sunrise of a new day brings with it the past along with the promise of our future as we stand in the kiss of a moment. As I pondered this eternal dance, my daughter sent a picture of the house that built me. How timely. She went to a children’s consignment shop in another county, and she happened to pass my old home place. I kissed the joy as it flew by. Seeing the picture caused us to reflect on the house that built her, and the importance of the timeless dance or winged life. Oh the beauty of growing older and knowing the veritable life dance of a thousand kisses! The challenges, the joys, the hard are all ebbing and flowing into the Eternal sunrise of God’s love story.
Miranda Lambert: The House That Built Me Video/Song