Two of our grandchildren came about two weeks ago to see their parents who are staying with us; also, to help their great-grandmother celebrate her 97th birthday. Our little house has been quite busy!
It has been wonderful to see them. It’s been about three years, since we all met in England to celebrate our 50th anniversary. One lives in New Zealand, where she attended university. The other has recently located to Montana, where he’ll start college in the fall. They’re just getting started on their adult journeys. It’s wonderful to watch them as they make decisions about both their immediate and far future.
In the meantime, Terry and I are looking forward with anticipation to our immediate and perhaps not-so-far-off futures in heaven. There is nothing morbid about that anticipation. It just becomes more of a reality with each passing day. More of a joy.
I do remember being their age. I was very excited about getting on with life after high school. Never could I have anticipated all the twists and turns life would take. It has certainly been an adventure.
Part of that adventure took us far away from both Terry’s parents and mine. Visits were anticipated, and the “hello” was always joyful. The “goodbye,” not so much. Knowing it could always be the last time we would see them made it hard to pack the kids into the car and head back home.
Now, Terry and I are on the other side of those comings and goings. Our traveling days are pretty much behind us, and we are content to be at home.
What is truly amazing to me, in retrospect, is how fast those intervening years flew by. Moves, jobs, four children, busybusybusy!
James 4:14 says, “Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.” We can make plans, but we do not always know exactly what will happen on the next day. Life is like a mist or a fog that vanishes with a breeze. We are, as the old gospel song says, “just a-passin’ through.” Our time here on earth can be filled with both joy and sorrow, tragedy and pleasure.
It is our task to live for Him in this life. It should be our joy to do so. The pleasures that await us in heaven are unceasing, untainted with sin, loss, and tragedy. I want to go there.