I miss my kids. The screen saver on the computer in my home
office shows thousands of photos of wonderful moments from the past. I
sometimes can’t bring myself to stop watching the pictures and do the work I know I need
to do. I find myself watching for just a few more pictures. And then, a few more.
Becky on our trip to Las Vegas |
But, my kids are gone. The girl who sat in my lap watching
the Sound of Music over and over
again, the boy describing in excruciating detail the features of the F16
fighter, and the boy curled up asleep under my chair while I'm working from
home are all gone. They are memories that photos can conjure, but they are
gone. I miss them the way they were.
I’ve been thinking about this for some time but have been at a loss for what to conclude. Every time I tried to draw a scriptural or general principle, I failed.
When I looked in the Bible for
references to remembering, most of them were intended to exhort
people to remember what God had done for them in the past. While I agree with that, it did not seem to apply to what I had been pondering. So, I was stuck with musings and no resolution.
Nathan at the Colosseum |
Recently, however, I went to a Steven Curtis Chapman
concert. (As an aside, it was a great concert with Third Day also performing.) Chapman told the story of trying to get his two young daughters to bed so he could work and they wanted to play. Once he put them down, without reading a story, he regretted the whole incident. Based on that and his experiences with his adult daughter, he wrote the hit song Cinderella. If you've never heard it, or it has been awhile, it is worth listening to. It tells about how fast childhood goes by and concludes with dancing at a daughter's wedding. It is a wonderfully insightful song that errs on the side of sappy, but will bring a tear to the eye of anyone with children.
What made the story he told especially poignant was that one of those daughters died a few months later in a tragic accident in the driveway of his home. For years, he was unable to sing the song knowing that he would never get to dance with her at her wedding. Eventually, he felt he needed to start singing the song as a message of hope for others. He spoke
knowingly of cherishing the moments he did have with her, but with the
knowledge that they are gone. He then sang the song and tears ensued.
I feel especially blessed that, unlike Chapman, I was able to be at all of my children's weddings. There is, of course, a danger that as when I can't pull away from the pictures on my computer screen, the past can prevent us from doing what we need to do.
Davey on a camping trip to the beach |
I feel especially blessed that, unlike Chapman, I was able to be at all of my children's weddings. There is, of course, a danger that as when I can't pull away from the pictures on my computer screen, the past can prevent us from doing what we need to do.
I did find a couple Bible verses that caution against dwelling too much on the past:
- Isaiah 43:18 - Do not call to mind the former things, or ponder things from the past.
- Ecclesiastes 7:10 - Do not say, "Why is it that the former days were better than these?"
I think I need to spend some time with my grandsons!