Oh what a wonderfully quiet Saturday.
Yesterday would have been my parents' 61st Anniversary had they still been walking this earth. What is left 18 and 6 years after you die? Memories and pictures and granite set over dirt. Except for children and grandchildren, its almost like they never existed. Were they happy and thankful and living in the moment? Were their dreams for their children any different than those for mine? Sure I want surgeons and chefs and nurses and paramedics to come from my brood, but ultimately I want them to serve God, serve others and live with joy and integrity. To be thankful for everything gift and lesson they are given, to remember where they came from and be humble before God. To seek comfort in prayer and meditation, not addictions to drugs, alcohol, money, spending, food, popularity, success or anything else that will eventually become too much and hurt them.
I have been so busy nursing my bruises this past year, that I failed to see that there were others close to me, that were hurting beside me. Friends with marriages in trouble, close friends OL with personal, relational and health issues. Friends with husbands with cancer, colleagues going through cancer and now palliation, new separations, finalized divorces, bankruptcies, called-off weddings, failing businesses, children with new and fatal chronic illnesses.
Amongst all of those things, can I still find grace? What did I have to learn from all of those "bad" things that are happening all around me?
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